Dread
Night lives in the black bin liner
in a drawer in the kitchen, I wake
up in the night tell myself
that if I open the bag there will
never be a day again.
The bedroom is as dark as
a bin liner I can’t see my hands
and the stillness tries to eat me,
switch on the bedside lamp
my hands have dark spots where
stillness bit me. I must remember
not to open the bag.