It moved a fraction

Metal teeth meeting triumphantly.

Just another few inches

Past the alien flesh –

Dimpled and putrid

That wobbled beneath.

And time would not be to blame;

Nor the lifestyle

Of the self-confessed hedonist…


Suddenly; defiantly; selfishly –

It halted.

The alien flesh wept

Under the tight fabric.

Teeth firmly clamped in place;

Oblivious to tugging, pulling,

Coaxing , cajoling;

Nor squirming this way and that –

Like a fish on the end of a hook.


Once calm air

Now infected with expletives.

Hope turned to dispair.

Victory – to defeat.

The realisation became

All too apparent –

Those jeans were

Never going to fit again.



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