Lucy Mills

INT. INFIRMARY
She Doesn't see the Alien on a ledge above her.
Her shoulder brushes against the Creature.
It drops on her.
She screams. Twists.

My mother is caught and can’t get free,
The line catches the crook of her arm
Newton Cat knows she’s GOT TO GO
hisses and spits,
circling underneath

Tuesday is when the bins go out.
Her hard exterior holds her in.
Gareth gathers four small squares of ply from the shed.
A box where she could be placed.
the four walls refuse to stay upright,
Each time he supports one side, the other falls.
tires crunch through gravel,
I use my palms to hold
the pale walls together.

DALLAS
Room by room, corridor by corridor.

BRETT
If we had a really strong piece of net, we could bag it... I could
put something together. A long metal rod with a battery in it.
Only take a few hours.

Porcelain shining through the gap
Body
Legs
head