#4

My claustrophobic hope captured in a bag

made of synthetic plastic

tangible perceptible as ineficent as a broken bone

or a toxic tumour to be cured

for the bag to leave.

To be caught in some ariel

some twisted tortured telephone line

dangling unwillingly.as ripped paper

on a cold cement wall

A heard of butterflies lolling behind

like sequins in an enveloment of putrid air

following the bloated bag

until a nebulous barrier

strikes

and creates strawberry stains

on a once crisp substance

and creates strawberry stains

on a once crisp substance