Upon the tear rests the whole of the world, upside-down, glittering, warm.
Upon the world screams one girl, choking on life unsettled.
Upon the girl the demands of life and love rage, calling.
Upon the demands presses the night, relishing its victim’s insomnia.
Upon the night darkness seeps, insidious, cold, barren.
Upon the darkness where we keep, in the secret and in the telling.