A new low d e s c e n d i n g stairs to pretend
I am beyond these words child eyes witness your violence
Your false contrived inactions pretending to call talking to a dead line
for what, why whom?
You are sick. Beyond help, unforgivable.
Why won't you leave? Leave. Go. This is crazy.
Waging war from below the floor, beneath the wood and lead pipes with dust and dirty water. Disgusting. I will always be above you
Grind your teeth. You are not welcome.