Marching somewhere.

For the next half hour we lay wordless, sipping fizzy wine, crunched together on the mattress. Two fools connected by darkness
-Dan Fante




Death on the stairs
Slippery wood and heels
Two steps from the bedroom
Then back to the bottom
No shout or reaction
Just Backwards commotion


Bright lights and sin's
a bus ride away
guess we will discover...
the future...
tomorrow.