Economy

quiet cautions spoil the luxury of daunted silence. the broken window. its glass reaches the floors eventually. still i walk on. captivated by the blood.

the plague looms. long fingers reach for absent threads. still it unravels. though i cannot reach to tug on the ends.

the end appears. not as clear as we would think to see it. lingering. for years. in a morbid drizzle. no storms to shock us into action. no thunder to wake us from this slumber.

the quiet. a most dangerous weapon. a child awoken to a man in her bed. fights briefly. then quickly accepts. the violation.