(Photograph by Paul Connelly)

his phone

is a bath filled with cold water so that each girl captured has to stay there, a ghost with goose-pimpled thighs shivering in the depths of a smeared screen. Still, he waits for new flesh to be drowned, dragged thrashing to him, so he can devour each silver fish as left-overs, sucking tender bones out of the spaces between his teeth, a trembling reflection stolen, a spoilt stream.

The Voyeurism Bill, known colloquially as the Upskirting Bill, came into force in the UK on 12 April 2019.

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