light stumbles
into corners drunk
sullied in this stain
this space
too closed to hold
so much
of nothing
it pales her yellow
and she belongs
with eyes that flap
beached beneath a tongue of smoke -
two fish exposed and open
each suffocates alone
hitches a ride
climbs in little curls
of random noise
of grey
watches ash and tar
lick ceiling lower
another stone
dropped into her sky
that place of lung graffiti
of way signs left
by travellers before
and every colour twists
to match those whimpers
spent
on sheets so cold,
like her
they too belong.
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