We met once in Leeds, and once in
I’ve seen you twice on the streets here, in four years.
The last time we locked eyes and threat-dared each other to acknowledge. Our composure was magnificent. In the way that in
We’re like rats, miles and metres apart, entwined by our trails. Rooting each other out, sensing danger like stink.
When this whole ship finally sinks into the slime, I hope it will comfort you to know that we went down together; always scurrying, always hiding.