Poems from suddenlysquids
inspired by artwork by Stephen Fisher (First Light, 1981)
She looks out of the sitting room window
during tea time to admire the...
Beautiful, strung up in the center
of the room, leather caressing his wrists
pulled tight like the blindfold
pressed against his eyes. The...
On a cold metal table,
naked,
and it smells cloyingly clean,
a hospital waiting room for body modification.
The room is too small. Feels...
Twisting into her,
the putrid sludge of self-deprecation,
tentacles of a slimy beast.
Malleable flesh open to disease, filth,
flung from...
There is a disparity
between my mind and my body,
like wearing a suit two sizes too small
and pressing out desperately
but unable to flee...