The man
He drank glass after glass of Sierra Mist
& after crunched the ice – a sound she couldn’t bear
like the slow grinding of rocks.
& after crunched the ice – a sound she couldn’t bear
like the slow grinding of rocks.
His belly made cavernous creaking sounds
& then, the drum-skin beat of his heart –
faster than she’d expected, and very distant.
& then, the drum-skin beat of his heart –
faster than she’d expected, and very distant.
When he scratched his knee it sounded hollow.
His arse felt like seawater against her feet.
