When the radio you walk by plays Everybody Hurts.

And all you can think about is putting it on repeat.

So you do.

The attack begins at nightfall.

Do you?

Exclusive.

Solitary.

Tea.

Big decision.

So you wait it out.

Burn the witch, they said.

Which?

I don’t.

Compatible.

Only the piano breaks tears.

Silent running.

Destructive.

Winter wedding?

When the day is not your own.

Knife cutting cheese.

Hold on.

And smile.

You never know what battles are fought by those passing you by.

Being.

And so it comes to this.

Silence of the past.

Haunted doors and wardrobes.

Hurting rain.

Had enough?

Enough now.