Intrude.

Inside out. Of place,
Once upon a time...
A second home to me.
A locked box, a memory.
Round the corner, next block, distant, seems a million miles away
What is happening in that box now?

Intruder.
Tread past the shoes,
the dining room we ate in. Family meals.
You wanted me-family.
Kitchen, quick drink. And biscuit after school.
Do you know how to work the washing machine now?

Pass the phone, expect it to ring.
Pick up. Hear my voice.
Lounge. Raid the alcohol cupboard for your party.
Layed. On that sofa.
Look into your photographic eyes.
Love. On the floor when your parents were away.

Just you and me- your "Little Miss"
Flase. Nails behind the cushion.
Single. On the shelf. Ballad.
Up the stairs, sweeping staircase. Seduction
See me standing outside your room. Shy.
Unsure.

Enter now, confident, changed.
See the metal bed. You gripped the bars. Grasp.
Feel your sigh in my hair, hear your breath. Gasp.
Your hands, cold and clammy on my skin. Rasp.
The scent still roams the room. Stale air.
Unlocked. Revealed. Told.

Here the window we made our plans from.
My breath on the glass reveals a ghostly heart.
Carve the word 'sex' in the dust on the sill.
Open up. Let in the cold, frosty wind.
One by one the private litte cards I wrote you fall over and die.
Fucked.