Past the river. 

Under the bridge.

(Tiny feet, tiny feet) 

Through the forest.

(Little teeth, little teeth.)

I see you standing at the edge. 

On the boundaries. 

So strange, the way your eyes

soak in the light

and trail black fire behind you. 

Fingers, blackened and burnt twigs. 

Even with the curtains drawn. 

I can see you burning. 

I can feel you outside

Pushing up against the boundaries, 

between that world and this. 

-Hidden in the bible.