Cogs turn,

Knots tigthen,

My breathe tenses.

Then it’s just us two.

Time twists and

I fee alive.


Oh Tiny Silhouette


Oh tiny silhouette,

how delicate you must be.

Moving, shifting, crawling,

between the chain-link fence

Doing acrobatics from link to link

Tending to your home,

Simply in a second

your lungs are filled with toxin

up and up and away your legs go

bending, curling, breaking,

Contortionist in your own home.

Oh tiny silhouette

how delicate and dead you must be.