I want a shower head over my bed
to drench me and make my duvet as wet
as my pillows become,
when I succumb
to my pitch-black mind
and attack myself from behind
closed lids- closed doors-
clothes off, I sleep naked
ready to bare my all to dreams, but jaded
as I am, I am a furless bear
hibernating in a long retreat with my languish
under sheets of anguish
and I am scared.
I am afraid of a hunter
dressed up as a friend and my mother,
who will skin me alive
and show me that life
is as tough as the meat on my bones,
but, I must try and not ever be overthrown.
I. James
Isabelle is a 24-year-old PGCE English student at the University of Cambridge. Her Poetry has been shortlisted for the South Yorkshire Young Writers’ Competition 2018.
