(freewrite: "imagine you're in a room within your heart. in this order. What do you hear? there is a window. what do you see outside of it? Someone is there, who is it? What are they doing? THere's a door, it's locked, what opens it?)
The bass is high,
It speeds and slows:
Moving.
The sky outside is scarlet:
It sings.
And in the corner he stands
Dressed in black.
Cool as ever.
His graceful hands trace beauties
You could never keep without him
Onto the walls with a thin, black brush.
He stops.
He sees you—
Watching him.
Enchanted.
He cries for you.
His sighs
And tears
Washing away the locks
And doors
And walls.
Love comes.
Everything clears:
The sunset
The paintings
The music.
There is nothing.
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