Her PLAIN coat WOULD serve as a protective SHELL – its STYLE belied her shrewd, perceptive mind

Georg’ann

Last night the SOUND of insects
was, frankly, torture
a SPARK of irritation
My exhaustion so great I was dizzy,
bed seemed to be moving
as if it were a boat
slow moving through SLIMY waters, not soothing
the room somewhat spinning too.
I could not get to sleep, trapped in a swamp of sensation
in the STYLE of some black and white ‘B’ movie
my face, close up contorted
in horror and despair
a silent, internal scream thus conveyed

Heather