THE AMBULANCE OUTSIDE ISN'T REALLY A MOVING TRUCK
The medics positioned the gurney and shut the doors. Is it a gurney or a stretcher? A structure. I wish it didn’t matter I can’t see you anymore. It’s dark and this old town doesn’t believe in streetlamps. The basement floods, so we keep the important boxes on wire racks. The water rises and the little bridges to my heart become impassible. Maybe I’m in the belly of something. You know what happens to the girl who’s swallowed by monsters? Rescue. Yes, it’s the fisherman who finally cuts the thing open, but it’s always been up to her to crawl out of the dark.