Windows shut.
Doors closed.
Feet slap asphalt against darkened starless sky.
Voices murmur.
Thoughts thrum.
Stained cheeks puff cascading tears that won’t dry.
Chest heaving.
Heart palpitating.
Gasps weighed in swirling crushing sigh.
Solitude beckons.
Remorse implores.
My blue neighbourhood where scarlet wrists cry.