Pulsing waves of mist,
a pale kiss & bless you,
as we walk along
these walkways in the sky
rain seeps through the holes
in the cladding
(we've heard that word a lot, of late)
straight into my heart, so scared are we.
Alone.
Streetlights shine
below
on a town like Malice,
behind the eye-line:
rats scurry
this estate blooms
with youths who
screech while seagulls see
through
the black holes in the fabric.
Torn to ribbons, broken-backed,
like twins in the mirror
we look at each other
side-by-side
with nothing to see
and nowhere to hide.