The Inbetween
© 2026 Drifting in my dream looking for who I used to be the girl who cycled home from school and stopped to talk to trees There’s a space from then to now filled with horrors seen this thick quiet mist of the lost inbetween And then I dreamt I drowned drifting down to the sea-bed floating aimlessly gone away inside my head Wish washing with the seaweed over where the beast lies buried waiting for the siren’s call before he can emerge once more And I being bored made him a friend to talk to in my dark descent so we danced on decaying decks of ill-destined wayward wrecks captained by a ghostly figure who watched it all with a scornful snigger and his crew of mournful sinners Still the beast and I had a laugh lounging in the ship’s old rusted bath attended by a Sergeant Shark whose pearly whites gleamed in the dark and just as I was at the edge of fear and his jaws came deathly near I awoke and found myself on land still with a seashell in my hand. Wish washing with the seaweed over wher...