he held
his breath
in his dirty hands
afraid to let spread free
because
his World
was as always paperthin
he used to fold it into a plane

she was
his link
to reality
pulled him out of his own hell
sometimes
when he
had gone way too far
into his creepy, mental shell

he had
too much
of unwanted attetion
and that made him hide in himself
or in
the backyard
of her summerhouse
he prayed for that he never would be found

she made
a point
of never be swimming
in the same water
as five black sharks
he just laughed
and said
"hey darling, what do you know?
they do it every day in paper world."