a room in a house in a storm: 11 days later.

i have been here before
in this place

in this light
cream room

where words swirl
and bite, ripping through flesh

with their hungry little teeth
i am sure

i have been here before
standing in this very place

as rain pelts glass, and
lightning creates blankets of white

like a polaroid flashbulb exploding
for the longest second in the world.