This slow prising of grey-toughened steel, october-layered, disillusion-welded, lets in a chink of warm trust, cautiously rising. Kind-hand-memory, warm tea, resonant voice reached through a retching of tears a haze of self-induced abuse. Feelings long bottled spewed-out: animal frenzy through metal skin, brittle shell thing cracking, split to naked bone - you did not mock or yawn in the day of light-clear sanity.next poem