I’m alone with nature and my thoughts, and my eyes
are glowing green.
‘Cause they’re trapping frenzic fireflies, who are rapping, frantic, on the glass.
But no one hears them. Because they’re small,

And spastic.

But the wind is warning; it hushes the silver glitter across the water, and touches
My cheek before departing, reminding, nothing is too large for darkness to hide.
Well darkness deals well, and he is not trifling with anyone unless they’re really rich
Or desperate

Anyways.

I fleet. I fleet with bare feet, and a dress that is pulled like a sheet behind me.
I am alone without a home, and I don’t know where to run.
I only know away, and away from his clients.
Who want me to stay.