Falling motions like rain drops hitting a fire,
sizzling out of existence,
that sibilant hiss as the smoke furls like horns towards the tips of the sky.
Hurried outside to wash away that old skin,
leaning into shadows,
snickering at haunting reflections from damp windows.
Eyebrows bend while reading the cracks of the floor,
cars blare as they ignorantly speed by,
ambulances cry and moan off within the corners you forgot.
Eventually you won’t worry about being scared,
those photos will vanish and wither,
that anger will subside,
you’ll be alone.
