Shadow snaking in and out within the wet, black cement
Brain cells collide
In more than a rush to escape the provoking situation.
Spinning.
Spiraling.
Faster.
And faster.
The external view was cursed with two windows that the home residents never dared to look out upon.
The heart mistakenly pounced as the leaky French pipes dripped into the puddle formation.
Spinning.
Spiraling.
Fast.
And faster.
The windows liked it.
So they did the same.