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Jan 2014
A leaking clock keeps you
nose up with eyes peering
through night-flooded sky
towards glow-in-the-dark
stars, childhood mementos,
to keep those other shapes

from seeping in, like snakes
slinking over drawers when
they were socks left hanging,
or a hand haunched achingly
through the wardrobe door
was only a shirt sleeve, but

now light escapes the curtains,
becomes a silhouette of a man
out of the second-floor window.
It's ok, you remind yourself.
You roll your head over to
drink, drink, drink in the ticks.
Dissertation draft idea. Based on childhood fear of shapes in the night. I used to (and still have up) glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling back home.
Conor Letham
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Conor Letham  West Midlands, UK
(West Midlands, UK)   
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