Sometimes I fantasise

How would I do it? What excuse might I give In this strangest of times?

I just need some air I have to just go somewhere

A walk round the block Tense excited breath scared

And briskly I’d walk And briskly I’d nip a spit

Dampen my dry top lip

With acidic swill

My nose filled with fumes My mouth wet and cleansed

The top of my head, ah!

My quickening steps

My shoes walking lighter

My shroud of concern Took off me like clouds

Revealing the moon

Then snap I am back and

The sky is still there I am not that person But are they somewhere?

Sometimes I fantasise

Or am I the fantasy? Which is the real me

I can’t do this alone

Anonymous