Insects and Tables with Violent Legs

Awoken by crows i shimmied to the centre of my bed. And so began a mad scramble for unity of the mind. To become one we must split, screamed my eyes. I chose not to acknowledge their cries. My belly however, agreed. I groaned, slid to the floor, thrust my hands between my thighs, got feraly foetal , clenching those rebellious eyes, my sock eaten mouth and each and every other orifice i possessed.

And who should come to comfort me? The Angel Gabriel? My Mum? No.

Insects and tables with violent legs.

Just say no, they scowled. Just say no!

Yes