Lethargic, Waking, stretching.

Symptomatic he slumps down,

Sharing a room with his poor mother,

Run down council flat rises high, Heaving population, Hidden.

Absent, Seldom present.

In a world where no one sees, Too busy fighting for their own lives.

He wakes blurry eyed, scorching, Agonising bones, Collapsing.

Rashes, Spreading hives.

Mother cries; full doctor lists,

She knows no one in the crowded giant, Cramped lonely housing; grim. Damp blankets, Mould.

Coughing, Choking fumes.

Mother feeds him cheap broth,

As her own belly rumbles; hunger pains.

Grimy windows overlook wealth, Banker’s city, Viral.

Fever, Rash spreads.

Mother sleeps under thin sheets,

As her blanket warms his thin, shaking skin.

Born into a rich world of poverty, Hole forms, Black.

Abyss, Delves deep.

Mother suffers as his stupor grows,

The hole deepens within an angry rash, Burrowing deeply the bleak chasm. Class chasm, Cruel.

Weeps.

Urinal lift,

Broken playground, graffiti, glass.

Mother fights through, implores the pharmacy, Directed to a doctor she cannot see. Mild aspirin, Holes.

Holes,

Spreading depths,

Marking a vicious path along the rash.

No blood, no flesh, unimaginable wormholes, Boring through the young boy’s flesh. Limbs covered, Skinless.

Craters,

Invisible meteors.

Unsettling to touch, sickening penury, Hidden in plain sight; ignored, self-inflicted.

Single mother; redundant, abandoned, Desperately fighting, Incapable.

Speckles, Waging war.

Mother sinks to the dirty ground, pleading, Cries fall on intentionally deaf and heartless ears.

Holes smother his scrawny chest and belly, Battle losses, Futile.

Deepening,

Travelling upwards.

Holes form on the boy’s neck, he chokes,

Mother sobs aloud, calls for an ambulance. Waits.

Waits, forever, as sirens hurl across town. Treating politicians, Selective.

Holes, Facial marks.

Rapidly spreading holes stretch relentlessly,

Without pity. Reaching for the eyeballs, feeding.

Until only the sockets exist. Blinded town.

Selectively blind.

Disintegrating.

Holes,

Life disappears.

Void forms where the boy once lay,

Mother screams, her own rash hidden from sight. Ambulance arrives, paramedics saunter up, Empty flat.

Hole.