Give the colourful creature colourful crayons.
Lines finding letters finding words finding objects finding order.
The creature colours numbers unknown.
But did anyone ask the colourful creature if it wanted to colour?
The creature colours numbers unneeded and unwanted.
The creature colours an elephant chandelier.
Colours unseen, lines never drawn, an image so unfamiliar.
And the creature is sad.

Holding hands through open eyes.
Hiding starlight in the sky.

How many skins lie in your wardrobe? Soft but seldom touched.
Your runway sprawls, the buds are crying for the sun.
Your faces, worn and never loved.

Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.

Something old,
Sniffing glue.
Homeless grandma,
In plain view.

Please can we leave?
My teeth grind,
People smile with aggressive charm.
Please can we leave?
They laugh maniacly,
At me
Please, can we just leave?
Nah, have another line.
The feather cushion is an interesting distraction.
Fluffy fumbling. Faffy fascination.

A Sorry sight
With the kung ****
Scales and.
Say it loud. Martial facepaint.
Tea towel set,
For a familiar knife and fork. Like this.