Camera angles
Cutting sharply
Into each scene
A soft noise
Hovers above

Panting and
A little
Sound comes
Out

Laying in a darkness
That engulfs
All light
Hardly making
A sound

Flashing back
An hour before
With a knock
On the door

"It's cold."
"I know."
"Can I come in?"
"It's late."
"Just for the night?"
"To sleep."

He kisses her
Soft and sickly
Interrupting her
Thoughts

Laying down
The cameras
Zoom in
As she tries
To sleep

Stumbling words
Of scripted lines
Fumble out like
Broken pieces of
Glass
Shattering everything

Quick breaths
Perverted ideas
Float out of
His mouth
And she lays there
In a sad dream

Quicker breaths
Forceful hands
The words she
Speaks make
No dent

He's telling
He's pushing
He's making
He's knowing
He's expecting
He's getting
He's coming

In lapse of time
She hears her
Own rhyme
Of forgetting time
Leaving it as if
It were a sad dream
Of indifference

Camera angles
Disappearing
Into fading
Grays
A dawn of
Empty sorrow
And sorry songs
In a morning light
All to real now