Blue neon, like in movies, but reversed. Fast paced drug laced wide wide pupils return my gaze. ‘Fuck’, I say. Suddenly ill.Outside the street makes me trip and my friends face is fiendish – window shopping at night. I cant run back, and lean from wall to wall.

Crouching in the kitchen, a little later, a little better, he pulls a knife. Wicked yellow skin chases me around the table over chairs and to the corner. I’m lifted choking, threatening, window outside shows a dead bird. Back in the mirror. So young, so young still. A smile at every turn. The fucker should know he cant do this to me. Quietly I threaten to break his collar bone. He releases me and I spend a cold night waiting for the first dart. Breaking through the mind and free, it better be. I deserve it.