smells like piss,
all afternoon
damp secrets
have been worming their way
to the surface.
Yellow light fills the house
chimes crash against each other in the wind,
a storm carries something heavy
over the horizon,
all colours appear darker.
I watch the cat
playing in an empty bag,
she leaps at my leg,
rain hits the roof.
I twist under fork lightning
being a girl being a cat,
Catching,
The thunder birds of solitude.