III. Room99: escape?
Echoes of sad pianos, far, then closer:
vibrating, hysterical, through the stuffy haze.
Rotten exhale of dying dreams, acrid, then bland:
swarming, in agony, across the charred bars of iron.
Then: thump-thump-thump, and again.
Obscene footfalls from the backyard.
- "Are They finally leaving this place?"
- "Long time to the day They will be gone."
The iridescent Caryatid was squealing in pain, across the room, bearing the ceilings.
*"Escape", By LL.