Dream Wakas – 48

And Love was in there,       Eyeing me up,              Like I was its prey. It knew all my soft spots,       All my vulnerabilities. And it ate my heart,        Just for kicks.


It’s always a loop – love. Echoing in the chambers. Her name tattooed across the night by a drunken fool who lurches into front gardens, disturbing foxes and dustbins, for some unrequited romancing and a bit of dodging father’s shoes. That name will never be smudged and the fool remains a fool, to chew on…