It felt like fighting not to drown, to be so near the delicate and not imagine its destruction. Every lover's neck exposed, almost choking me. Every Sunday knife un-sunk, pulling me down deeper and deeper, until I thought that I'd implode under the pressure of prevention. So I held my body under year after year like that: straight armed and silent, saving the world from my one true victim, formed and un-formed beneath me.
Paul Fenn studied visual art and sculpture at university before becoming a film maker. He has been writing poetry for fifteen years. Two of his poems have been longlisted in the National Poetry Competition and he has most recently had poems published in Obsessed with Pipework.