Under the Skin by Emma Cooke
We locked the doors
but you still got in:
slipped through the cracks
then under the skin.
We wrapped him up
but you laid him bare:
mastered his breath,
and devilled his air.
We held him tight
but you fought us off:
stuck behind glass,
behind loaded coughs.
We courted hope
but you mocked our cries:
stealing his smile
then the light in his eyes.
Our greatest fear
was never seen,
the only defence:
our hands were clean.
© Emma Cooke 2013
An anthology of modern short fiction recounting the quirkiness of the everyday, featuring DJ Mac and others.
DJ Mac is a writer based in Edinburgh, Scotland who fouters (dithers) with an itchy, scratchy pen in the moments when the bewilderment provoked by life settles. He is easily distracted by the bright pictures in his gallery.
