He knows

you've got to

nestle up to her,

in the crevice of

her loneliness.

He knows

Hiding place

the lemon

smell favours

over grease

instant coffee

hard to sit still

with a toxic mixture

of rage and gasoline

pumping through

veins made of ice.

She is her

mothers reflection

frail madness

deprived bones of

their nourishment.

the bottom of the bed

toes uncovered.

He knows her.

Unresponsive is

her hello.

Darkness sits on his

lap, gaining weight

each day as it passes

too slowly.

Brightness overturns

The Interlude

Music starts to play

Again.

Stretching against the

Pale moonlight

of distant

hearts glued

together