• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 05


Fingers in a trap, pinched in an act
paralysed in the attempt to reach

a dream. Could it have landed
that flying saucer, the fairy fantasy?

Unbelief can’t take the place
of dopamine or adrenalin or wild

imagining – pain will penetrate
any minute now...how could I be

so gullible so desperate so dumb?
I never heard the chattering of teeth

the words slipping between friends
lips syncing, lying smoothly in bed

together. Do these words belong
in our world – in love we trust?

Aren’t they just a dream, a flick
in time sewn into a beating heart?