She is Screaming, her burning lungs screaming.

I lie quiet and look over, I get a whiff of valium breath from her.

I lean over the organic bed, the squeaky fucking organic bed.

I step down onto the Versace tiled floor, the cold lifeless fucking Versace floor.

As I walk away from the bed I look back, she snorts and I see a dribble slap onto the floor.

‘organic’ I think ‘fucking organic’.

She is in her cot, squealing like a pig. Her face is as bright as a fucking beetroot.

I ‘ssshh’ her, but she couldn’t give a shit.

‘fuck off’

Baby shuts up.

Back to bed, back to valium face.

Apple in the eye has shitted me up.