name. Tilly Webb
By Thursday it had been forty-eight hours since
I had seen anybody else. It was just me
and the groan of the pipes that grow up my walls.
I had one too many under-the-duvet bedroom meals.
Through the window I heard other people's lives.
I listened to the news approximately twenty-two times
(once for every year of my life).
When I watched a comedy my laughter sounded like tears.
They say solitude makes you go mad after a while and actually
I did feel too scared to step from my box to the bathroom
so I brushed my teeth with a glass of water and spat into the night.
If that was madness it was really quite liberating.