The shark in the bath can be pacified
with chunks of bloody red steak.
We use the shower.
The dragon in the attic is kept at bay
with strings of sausages
and the occasional unwelcome visitor.
We sleep downstairs.
We feed the elephant in the room
with our silence
and another cup of tea.
Katy Naylor lives by the sea, in a little town on the south coast of England. She writes in the time that falls between the cracks. Her poetry has been published in Outcast Press, Not Deer Magazine and The Daily Drunk. She can be found on twitter @voidskrawl.