Her Room by David Mac

In her room
the world
stopped
and I knew it did

In her room
it was enough
for me
for us
and we
were so happy

We lay and
smiled and
laughed
kissed
climbed the sheets

our flesh
ignoring the
destruction
of ourselves
forgetting the
harshness
of the surface
the bleak
waste of
time

So when I said:
‘You know
we’re
all gonna die
in the end’

she replied:
‘Not in here
Not
in here’

Author bio:

David Mac is a 32-year-old wino forklift driver from the UK whose work can be found in Ambit, Purple Patch, The Journal, Weyfarers, United Press, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Urban District Writer, erbacce, Urban Landscapes, Heroin Love Songs, Neon Highway, KRAX, Moodswing, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Mud Luscious, Burning Houses, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Poetry Over Coffee, Global Tapestry Journal, Obsessed With Pipework, Howls and Pushycats, Word Riot, Decanto, The Delinquent, Streetcake, Dawntreader, Sarasvati, as well as being a featured poet on The Poetry Kit’s ‘Caught On The Net’. He has various self-published chapbooks available plus ‘These Dirty Nothings’ and ‘Room is Brutal’ from erbacce-press.