28. the dark man, with the intention to rape, may have been a friend
firstly, he was sitting up in the branches of a council tree, along reilly street at twilight, could he be the one meant for me?, he sat up there in his old suit whittling wood, he smiled as i walked past, on my way to a girlfriend's birthday party, i had just swallowed two duromine, the dusk air freshening up with the high, i chose not to accommodate him, i was about to feel happy, two years later i was crazy, lighting a cheap candle as he crossed the street, coming towards the rented room i lived in, i stared into the small flame, as his strange company crowded in behind me, demanding an explanation, later, when i was lying on my mattress, he glided silently across the top of my body, his familiar breath on my neck, i jumped up & switched on the light, moving through his shadow as he quietly dissipated, i began to feel very lonely, really, there was no-one else to notice my movements through life, but him, the dark man with the intention to rape, may have been a friend |
