There are corpses in my bathroom.
Upside-down...
...big googly eyes.
A thousand soldiers: some still clinging on, some given up.
So light now; a speck of dust.
I’m still too scared to approach them...
...fearing they’ll come back...
...and get their revenge.
shift my ointments
rearrange the towels.
The final battle.
Me and them.
...they have won.
