Through these nights and days
I brooded maroon dreams
seething from the sullen core,
turgid walls and speared spikes
my only defense against
the unrelenting cheerfulness of the sun
whilst they grew large,
clutched tight and curled
within a grey- green fist
until it can no longer be borne!
Everything hidden explodes in this stinking
star the shade of dried blood –
this, my reluctant offering, too strange
for the light of day, yet at night,
it glimmers, it glows.