Nightshade: Fitzroy Island Australia 2000

Chill beats
the heaving hallway
scalping my head
from steam to ice

wind rush
billows
branched curtains
flexed gauze ghosts
trigger me to flail
as if blown straw

then still life
nightshade framed
not a pretty picture
just martyr

you can set a murmer
to this metronome
of madness

future tick
acceptance tok

rusty key
frozen lock

broken hearts
endless clock

slipping
under