East London

it was dark
on the streets
of east london
in my dream

anarchy
and death

the studio
we used to share
was gone
the walls that
shielded us
from the others
violently
broken down
by the whispers
on your breath

i roamed for
traces of our past
but only found
photographs
of other women

there is no life here
a woman said

there is nothing left
here for you
but dead bones
gathering dust