this cream solstice
it's just an empty space
so bare and pale
nothing, built on a plot of earth
i'm hungry
the fridge is full
i'm cold
the heating's on
my eyes sting constantly
the neighbours look on, curious
they learn to keep their distance
it's too quiet, the outside world
just a low, intermittent, thud
the light outside barely touches the window
the light outside barely fills the room
i'm hungry
there's no food
i'm tired
there's no beds
curtain twitching
i'm sad
there's no one here