Elizabeth Device Replies
Written by Geraldine Monk
Your nightmares spilled over
ad sucked me in.
Couldn’t wake you.
No, couldn’t wake myself but
the dead stirred slightly
on the third scream
and the days became dark
without centre or sense.
One visit
to this reality
has been enough for me
with its ways and means
of making us
chalk words of desperation before
smashing the slate
clean
into the face of
oncoming
dawns
and all my born dreary days to this
ever nearing death of
laughable proportions
this trumped up charge of nothing
to nowhere
but your fantasies of flight
and ugly meanings.