Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith.


I’ve stumbled over
a precipice and I’m falling
like Alice and no one else has fallen
before me.

A noose waits to snap my reality,
with a body I used to be
hung in the past,

but I have ridden past places,
and I’ve blurred windows at night –
I have waited for the light.

Here are my words:
Hear my words.

Can you hear them?
I’ve made them for you.