One Hundred and Ninety-Nine.

18/7/14

Izzy circle

izzy

4.
there is a saber-toothed tiger trapped in the stormwater drains
it’s been mewling for days
walking from suburb to suburb underneath the city
living off scraps, crying for sunlight

no one knows how to get it out

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Sarah circle

sarah

it was too frightening on land
the skies were no longer safe
so we took to the seas
so far down that no radar could reach us
no missiles or torpedos or bullets or tanks
just seven dark miles of deep silent ocean
folded over us like billions of blankets
we took lanterns and crackers
thousands of bonsai trees
our favourite pairs of polar fleece socks
and in the guts of the world
where our words had run out

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