The dry walls are alive with fidgeting claws
that scratch the cavities bare
until there’s nothing left but little spy-holes.
On the other side just behind my head
I hear him loudly writhing in bed with someone else,
gasping with each mouthful
as they give themselves away to one another and me,
love-sick on the mattress,
nails rawed down to nothing but flesh.
I fold love notes with whatever written on them
and bury them within the deepest depths
of my slippers.
Shuffle in my shoes for a day
and you’d know the dry white specks on the bathroom mirror
are more than just flecks of toothpaste.
I take my clothes off to the taste of paint-stripper,
mildewed onto the delicate cobwebs
that have stitched themselves together across my lips.
I open the window to welcome the night
and inhale the toxicity of noxious cigarettes.
The taste of stars is overwhelming
as my tongue crawls with spider legs.
About the poet:
My name is Matt O’Brien and I am studying for a post-graduate degree in teaching. I graduated from Huddersfield with a degree in English Language and Creative Writing, and since then, I have been published by Grist in their anthology ‘A Complicated Way of Being Ignored’, Indigo Rising UK, and 5 Minute Fiction.