sirens were ringing in the silence,

filling every crevice of emptiness 

and sensitivity. Blood seeped 

from all 

corners of 

the ceilings 

and the wind howled 

and howled 

and howled. 

walls grew tighter 

and tighter 

and the darkness 

eventually became clear, 

taking the form of a frail girl’s muddy silhouette. 

hands

red and trembling, she spoke, 

“i’m sorry. please. call the police.”

Drip!

it stained.

my white blanket 

no longer white

my loving sister

no longer—

they came and took her that night. 
my father followed and they made me stay home.

for the best, of course. 

i’m not sure if the rain fell. 

Squeak!
 Squeak!

Squeak!
even if I’ve been awake 

all night. I stare into space. 


i see it, the

Drip!

and sirens were wailing in silence. 

they were blue and blue and blue and blue, but

She was red.