from Bone Tales
The dark had gone from the night
it was a sky bright as hailstones
grinding together. The food he ate
was grey, water black, his shadow
stood away from him at every angle.
He ate and ate to find something with colour
like taste had.
Then vomited darkness.
He ran and ran away from that place –
the empty sky inside him -
the thoughts that lit up just darkness –
he ran and ran from them.