Squeaks and screeches and haunting calls of “who-hoo-oooo” spoke amongst themselves in the language of the night, exclusive food chain negotiations I had no desire to be party to.
Everything changed the day I called that number.
Outside someone else’s window the neighbour’s wife
. . .
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
I whisper my confessions to the lake that holds my secrets.
I’m fading away
Camouflaged into the background
Even as the world is fearing