nobody but the moon watching me
bleeding through my jeans
house party music drifting
im pins and needles
im brain freeze
a sainsburys bag floating
a telephone pole with its arms splayed out
the metro pages murmuring
a shut tesco express
i want my mum
to tell me i shouldve brought a jacket
im a gerund
im conditional tense
a friend of a friend of a friend
compound complex sentences yet
i cant get the text to express the staccato
rhythm of my chest
i should have just kissed her
ive got a dark fruit tab rattling in my head
and i cry during sex
theres a graveyard between my legs
if i could put my trauma on a plate
and throw it away with the egg shell and fish paste
i would
it made me who i am today
a girl who cant stay awake
a black sack ripping beneath its own weight
i think therefore i am searching
for my house keys at the bottom of my tote bag