An event horizon (an extract)
Sylvia puts the
kids to bed
tucking them in
with that last goodnight
kiss the
story told leaving a little light
to struggle in
the darkness
the hoot and
swoop of the owl
the licking of a
salty lip
the closing of
the hatch the click of the latch
each action
nondescript and final unnameable
as such then she
spends time stuffing towels
under the doors taping
round the frames
pushes her head far
into the mouth of the oven
wanting to be swallowed whole
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