Barren Steads

Wide wet pavements,

Windows quaking,

The storm comes as it does.

Giggles reverberating,

Candles flickering,

A bulgy vein pops.

A tassel of leather,

Creaky oakwood panels,

The sounds warn.

Somewhere within the walls,

Along with a destitute sob,

Small hands fiddle.

A look at the door

From a desolate corner,

Bleeding, a lower lip trembles.