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Dust

Lucy Winrow

I didn’t hear it get quieter
It happened slowly at first
Held down by dusty sweat
In my teenage bed
I noticed the little drapes hanging
In the corner of the room:
Bird skeletons
Ancient lace hankies
Greying the edges
Dulling the sharp corners of plaster.

I’d look then forget
Thinking in another direction
While their confidence grew
Hurling great tightropes from end to end
Powdery grey cables that I’d awake to find
Grazing my skin
Rousing to the brush of silk on my cheek,
A leg leaving.
If I opened my eyes and thought about it
They fell silent.

It soon got hard to breathe
Tried to move but I seemed to stick to things
Limbs didn’t swing so freely
I was becoming bound where I lay
Mummified in dead skin cells
Dust mite dung
So slowly that it quickly became terrifying
And they would watch me
From the corners where it all began
Glittering eyes, pipe cleaner legs.

But when help came with a can
A yellow duster in hand
My own eyes glittered
And I was able to stand
The hairs on my legs bristled.

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