As i run down the stairs.
Yet cry at the bottom.
Assume of falls.
Come crashing down on me.
Like a hawk and accusing.
Her eyes allover me like a watchful eye always in one place
No pupil as the sun shiny surface only brown...
A walk here and stare their assumptions and cries out of unsureness...
Yet finally the moon shot open through the window and blocked the rolling pin; on the floor to your toe and i get to sleep at night.
