The rhythmic tune of the telephone
Numbs my eardrums.
Mom says she's not frightened anymore of when it rings
Hermes delivered his final news,
So no one picks up the phone anymore.
Like a crow screeching his ugly caw, I still feel a knot of impending doom.
Slow motion
Fumbling
Wet skin
We're driving, but not in a hurry.
Zeus mimicked that day from above
Easier to hide when everyone is gloomy.
Easier to hide when you're rushed onto a carousel.
Nowhere to hide when a ghost is in the room.
Nowhere to hide when you've never alone.