CREEPER

It just sort of crept up on me

The bus ride to the station

the buying of a flat white

the fancying of a man on the platform

the people going about their business

It all seemed very normal

 

I had no reason to fight it

because I didn’t know that it was there

Until I started having this feeling

and so, I butchered its body

Into pieces but as a whole, it remains intact

I just don't know what it is yet

 

It just sort of crept up on me

I’ve lost what I never knew I had

I didn’t know its shape, weight, size, or volume

All I knew was that it changed the way

I understood and still do now

everything in the world around me

 

I get out of bed this morning

barefooted onto a carpet

made of pins with their blades pointing upwards

The slow release of blood from my pin pricked feet,

like performance artist Franko B did on canvas years ago, 

bloodstain this world turned upside down around me

 

But whereas Franko had a captive audience,

there is no one watching me,

just people on the bus to the station

people buying flat whites

men being fancied on the platform  

people going about their business

And to them, things all seem very normal.