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...

One hand in his, the other waving
hello to the single-mother neighbor smoking...

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...