That girl is giggling it sets me at (un)ease-who said never trust a little girl crying in the corner? It was my brother.
-it was the fire licking up the side of the building it was the smoke inhalation she was gagging she was already done he should have left her-
Who said she was giggling?
Who said I wasn’t at ease?
Who said there’s a woman almost thirty selling trinkets and suitcases on the internet thinking about cicadas just the sound of them and not even wishing she could leave?
Thinking of running on the pavement of that hot, hellish city (Stop it! Breathe…)
Not thinking of so many things that she can never get to sleep