By A.D. Simmons
My thoughts are eating at my spine tonight.
My nerves are unbranching everywhere.
I ignore the monsters curled in sleep under
My bed; but I say goodnight (softly) to
The ones sculling beneath my brain’s membrane,
Eddying through the red waters of my head.
They’re troublesome you see. Like unwanted
Children who like to harm
Sometimes I see visions of myself a decade from
Now: a kitchen table set for one; a half-eaten slice
Of bread barely touched with the butter —
A lapful of crumbs. It’s dead quiet in the house.
About the Author:
I like writing when I can find the time as it helps me to express myself, especially when I feel frustrated. I work in catering and have two (very happy!) dogs Maple and Teddy. I have been treated badly as people think I am ‘stupid’ because of the job I do. I found school difficult but loved writing and did an A-Level in English Literature. Do not let other people define you and always believe in your ability. Treat everyone with kindness and respect.
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