The serial killer misplaces his horse
And Cecille walked back into
the one room she knew, halfway,
and then she was taken,
and she became more fearful.
With words kind of benighted
that he’d never held up to any real light
he’s now saying something about disaster.
And you’re blind; you bump into things.
Making it a dangerous trap–
the pills dissolve in water, but which
glass do you give him? He says
I’m going someplace; I’ll be there by myself soon.