car keys or hair in a shower drain . Something still and static . It ’ s just there . Harmless . BUT THEY DON ’ T . Dead things look like creatures from somewhere else ; a tear in the world with no sunlight . They breed and sprout from the fleshy walls of creation and find their way here . They choose a corner of someone ’ s life and wait until they ’ re found . Frozen .
Dead things . Endless dead things . Stale dregs of a past life . Unrecognisable and repulsive . Shapes that stare and take up space .
When I scooped that spider from my bathtub , I watched it change . It altered and altered and altered until it was something abhorrent and stiff .