Their Senses Grow Keener

Why do we always hope
why do we always think
that home will stay the same?

Everything else changes...

Then... We grow up
and our hearts break in two
and our eyes seem broken mirrors

Lucky one
Can't you see?
I grow older

I'm being silly...

Mom buys dresses
and boy eats cookies

Their senses grow keener
They are coming closer

Their camp... Is on the second street
next to your heart, right below your brain

I don't belong here
I know everybody
it makes me feel crazy
feel like a creepy insect

cockroaches on your veins
serpent's poison in your blood
bite your tongue
it's rude to be familiar
be kind with death
he might spare your child