the disquiet

I walk in looking at faces

feeling the disquiet

dis ease

on the sofa with the people

I kinda know them

feel strong they mean me unwell

& in the corner

the forensics lady in overalls

is checking the walls

& I reach over

touch her arm

& we go into the all of it


how I killed him

& I can say it was me or him

but she doesn’t care

she has the evidence

to convict me now

as the room goes dark

except for one staring face

lit out of the shadow

he intends to kill me

when we’re alone

& I wake in sweat

clutching the covers

who did I kill?

who can I call?

why this?

why now?

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