Death trap

Posted on: 26 April 2021

A bitterly cold day in Findhorn, Scotland.

Claws of grief
Tear out your bleeding heart

Punctured lungs. Gasping for breath.
Whole body crushed in the presence of death

It’s a white-knuckle ride


Heart-pounding passenger
In a hollowing vacuum of pain

There’s nowhere to hide
Tying myself in knots
Desperate to get it right

Strangled voices

In this car-smash-train-crash moment
In our head-on avoidance

Everything is destroyed

Debris of unspoken love

In the wake
Of our separation.

Death trap

Sam Lacey