Wednesday, 4 January 2012

My Mistress

(poem about agoraphobia for mental health charity's advertising competition)

My mistress is fickle
She’ll weave her tangled web
And then leave me
In a pickle.
She waits by the door
Like a dormant volcano
I can’t complain though
As she stretches my stomach till it snaps on a rack

But I only want to go to the shops and back.

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