the morning is grey with waiting
clouds. the house is holding
its breath in the silence, doors
fixed closed like shields. a crow

screams outside, no one flinches.
my room is motionless, and a
crazy person sits in my chair.
over-dramatic, emphatic, problematic,

like always, and as always, last
night was a large expanse of
turbulent emotion. "some people are
trying to sleep, stop being so dramatic."

a door closes quietly, and i am
afraid. like the moment before
an execution, everyone's thoughts
so clamouring but their mouths

unmoving. the air is sour with
a foul mood, and an indignant
shout fills the air.

it starts to rain.