Epileptic

The strip lights
triggered it-

your stubborn jaw
locks a dangerous tongue.

Injured insect,
horrid tickle, twitching

on the floor
of Superdrug.

Your muted screaming
voices in the flame of your fit.

Vulnerable curl,
you ball into a fist

clench for survival;
accordian limbs

concertina in,
you're a fold up chair,

ten rigid fingers
with electrified tips,

starfish hands
into a baby's grip,

foetus, fossil,
sudden stone.