Early morning, watching a David Sylvian video on YouTube.

Impressions
I remember
one Sunday morning
at dawn

The sounds of
confession
remind me a lot
of choking

Her face
obscured in red
words are stuttered
and broken

Pictures flow
in blurs and smears
The scraping sounds
spin ’round

Hands move
in slow motion
It’s not complicated
just hard

(20 July 2014)