Go
Early night, terrified, car on the street pulls into the drive
Foot on the step, the landing light
Counting the cracks on the floor

I'm not
I'm not here
I want
To disappear

Broken glass above my head
Filthy boot on my chest
Flecked with spit and hostile breath
Holes in the road filled with rain

I'm not
I'm not here
I want
To disappear

I'm not
I'm not here
I want
To disappear

I'm not
I'm not here
I want
To disappear