The house sat empty fourteen years a wasted crystal chandelier the lungs still howled a breathless air and corporate dust of laughing lairs He checked them in, the strong and clean of nineteen years, of day by day was my street sane an image of the spark that stirs within them
Agatha... oh
I was fourteen, they bought the home Just old enough to stay alone The biggest chair, the smokey skin I sat like so and through it here the floors that creak, the pipes that pound and underneath one other sound an angry hum of a heartrate that made me fear the stairs of
Agatha... oh
the boy pass crowded with (?????) spills out into the present years her tears upon the child at night and we say swift the daylight time Each year I grow, each day I think of when I felt the breath of wings above my chair, around my neck it wanted to devour me