We're in a house,
Apparently ours, and
I'm smashing your things
You've never seen,
You're smashing my things
I've never seen.

A crack is made by your
Closed fist on a tank containing
Unidentified carnivores of the sea.

The tank very nearly emptied it's
Contents, but the scene changed.
A bear now terrorized the house.
Furniture stood in the way between
It and the upstairs where you'd
Find us hiding.

Someone fell through the fragile wooden
Floor, not sure if they made it.

Ripping the screen from the window,
We made it out, but the bear was still inside.

I was being pursued. By the bear?
Unclear. I knew it was different though,
For I was soaked and outside, begging
admittance into a stranger's house.

New dry clothes were found
In the bathroom. I found it
Strangely difficult to change.

I had to get out. He was in the house
Already. How does he always find me?

A station wagon with a man and son
was my getaway car. But I just couldn't
Get away. Somehow they knew I didn't
Belong there. We were being tracked.

Then ****. The car, the man, the boy,
All gone. What's left was me on the
Road with the pursuer fast approaching.