Fear:
Sold
Walking
home from a nightshift in Sleaford
Moving
from A to B
In
a rough sequence of Muybridge movements
Stop
motion
Stop
the world from churning inside my brain
Stop
my body aching
Like
a bone refusing to knit unnerving photographs from the past
Super
imposed on my conscience
From
a time you pursued me down with a proposal
And
I simply said yes
to
settle
for less
for less
from workhouses.org
Stop frame: stop fear: stop motion: stop: fear: sold for less.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem