I Am Safe, In The Corner Of My Eye, Alex

I do not walk alone in the woods.

I do not have a basement.

I never linger in a hospital,

after dark.

I live not in an old,

too-big house,

with rich, white-skinned,

white-eyed portraits

staring down at me.

I do not have a neighbour

who stares at me.

I do not have a crooked doll

in the corner.

I have not discovered

a family ritual,

that I didn’t know about before.

I have drawers put in

underneath my bed.

I have a doorless wardrobe

with LED’s stuck inside.

I do not have strange,

bitter tea in shaking hands,

gifted by a too-familiar stranger.

My electricity is fine.

My central heating is fine.

I have one room,

and it is fine.

My mirrors don’t move

when I stay still.

There is nothing wrong in here,

I made sure.

I made fucking sure

there was nothing.

But it twitches.

In my socket.

In my tear duct.

There is something in the

corner of my eye,

and it twitches.

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Alex (He/Him) is a trans UK university student with an inclination towards introspective, darker themes, and spends his time on multiple streaming services. He also adores the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and is set this year to complete a Creative Writing Masters. He also has work out with Tealight Press, Ghost Orchid Press, Green Ink Poetry, The Minison Project, Hallowzine and he can be found on Twitter at @AlexakaSatan.