Hold your venom Do you recognise the instinct in me, fellow scorpion?
I fix the cramped, lined pages with my curious stare. How do you come to exist?
Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the grains of sand...
If only you could have witnessed how much I have changed: sit alone in a disused theatre and feel what I have felt, see how the world has transformed me, like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar.
We wrote our names in the sand You crossed mine out: I can't get back to the way I was.
