Photo: unsplash.com The forgotten item – the root meaning of oblivion is to forget.
All those years ago,
throughout the nights,
I harboured you beneath my bed,
though the covers kept me safe from
your glinty eyes and sulphurous breath.
And, though I feared your teeth might
take my legs as I’d leave my
one day I took my sword,
and slew you.
Or, so I thought, for
as the years have passed
I have sensed your resurrection,
now you dwell in my interior castle,
midst my shadow self,
with all those unattended things,
that have teeth enough to
take me whole,
should I forget you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon