late rainy walk home
roll your ribs out onto the road
the way drowning tastes before you know to fear it
her fingers in mine are death all over again
and before panic settles in,
nettles are everything to me

i thought that hell might take me anyway
whilst the road was so rainslick, so tempting
tree cover, shelter only gets you so far
so i savour it, sweet and slow like a gobstopper