I.
Two women leaning their...

Hurry up.
They're here...

This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with...

Under that white skirt and
light smirk...

The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...

this is all fake
the laughs at the clink of...

On most days before I sleep,
I cautiously slip under the duvet and...

I stare at her toothbrush
on the bathroom counter. I wasn't planning...

I didn't know what a massacre is then.
I didn't know what it entails...

Last night, the rain raged for six
hours straight, for me to wake up to...