Concrete walls surrounding.
The flight of my self is unbounding.
The man in the hat speaks before us all.
We are falling in our chairs from a building so tall.
I grip the ledge; wood beneath my sweaty palm
I am looking down at my demon
I wish to fall.
Save the others, can they come back up?
Am I running yet? Or am I stuck?
Conversations with a person, I wish not to say.
I hold my blue binder, she goes away.
The floors are metal, the walls are stone.
I feel the chill of my watcher strike the bone.
No life is entering the building, I am protected.
I make it to the outside with the infected.
They are walking in the building: No! I scream.
I did not see them before, I was alone in my dream.
The sun is upon my face, the air is cool.
I make it to the other side of a makeshift school.
I look over my shoulder.
The air has gotten colder.
Their faces are changing. They are swirling together.
I was protected inside and will be forever.
Across the street, I meet my friend.
He is calm, I am solemn again.
The cars are creeping by.
Sun roofs open to the sky
Giant cats are like gods,
peeping from the inside.
They are resting upon the roofs,
the size of me.
Sheer calmness ensues.
We must all stop and see.
