, , ,

when there was a noise

in the attic, you said

not to worry, but your daughter

was shaking underneath her

woolen blanket, so you dropped

the candle into

the working fireplace and

illuminated the whole, steel room.  There

was your reflection, when the light

came in, bouncing across the

walls and your eyebrows were vanished

in half of the images of your

forehead.  The silence was

inside and then it went outside and

your child fell asleep, shivering like it

was a mess of a human, giant hair over

her eyelids.