Lily breaks
a chorus of candles
hovering above
soft light from the curtained window
a knock at the door
the entry is light
as the beam cuts the floor
the embrace is hard
the kiss is soft
It's too late for Lily
but the night is young
quick steps in the hallway
the dark past the door
Sudden light hits hard
Muffled slippers
Screamed whispers
A thump on the floor
Fleeting shadow
Slides through the door
It's too late for Lily
But the night is young
-Angela Becerra
