wind blowing on those who remain
On that night I had a scary dream
Daphny was in jail serving a two year sentence
And Bill was holding a six month old baby.
skies open to pour out their waters
as cockroaches nibble on the left over
slices of bread on the kitchen table.
thunder cracks, lights go off
revealing a strange darkness
as the guards tighten their grips on their metallic batons.
sheer curtains in my bedroom window reveal swaying trees
as the cold wind seeps in through the tiny spaces in my wall.