26 January 2013
Run, little girl, run.
Nothing can save you now
From the pounding
In your head and wailing
In your throat, scratched loose.
You've got three rooms to cross.
Blurry colors, my forte,
And a home crash
Into a beloved's side.
She looks just as scared as you do.
Do you like the furnace dark?
The Passing.9 • Opuss № I