G.D.R.

I'm probably being watched.
I click the door closed, and enter.
Green walls.
Grey floor.
Buzzing green light.
Brown posters.

I make the most of the drab decay
that is each day.
I write, in my secret place,
and hide my love
from the bugs,
and my neighbours face.

A mouse nibbles a frayed rug,
carefully avoiding my tantalizing trap.
We share a rare moment,
of eye contact.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.