Hallowed

She opened my soul with a two pence coin
Same as she opened the bathroom door

Time crawls up my shirt 
White beetle
Clickety-click on the hunt

The stain of the thrill dribbles down my hands
Shotgun cake gobbled down

I dropped myself on the toilet floor 
I don’t think I can go back

Funny how place gets stuck
But everyone has gone

We ran I ran we all ran out

I unfold the map
In the centre of the train
Maybe the blue pen wrote an answer
Tucked it in between the shallow lines

Time crawls inside me
Black beetle
Gnawing to the centre of my bones
Biro spider up my arm
Save me 
Kill me
All the same request
Stop

We are going on a powder hunt
Whack dabble what a blast  

I dropped myself on the toilet floor 
I don’t think I can go back

It really is a skill
As if to run is to reveal

You are my hallowed secret

You opened my soul with a two pence coin
Same as you opened my bathroom door.