Dreamt: 07.01.09

You, perhaps
felt a rattling hum beside your cheeks,
A faint clammy breath as the chair upon which you sat shivered and creaked.
Maybe you caught a glimpse of the swallowing throat as steel foundations broke around your head,
Screeching and delivering blow after blow after blow.
Twisted lines crawl across the chipped tiles.
Warning, forlorn alphabets, smudged and huffing, to scorn
Your trinkets rattle
Your tears trickle
Dust settles and your knees
Collapse as light floats through the pin-prick tunnel.