I sit in the stillness
of the room.
All is quiet albeit
the distant whispers
of voices.

The air
still cool from
the night
consoles me,
a sanctuary
of vigilant
shade.

The walls
contain it
like a dam
against the flood
of tears.

But the windows
are jammed
open
and I sit
in the
stillness
waiting for
the heat
to catch
on.
I cannot
escape
the bleeding
sun.