White Trees

I measure all

The white trees

When they unfold

I listen to the sound

Of shinning claws

Scratching the walls

Before the morning comes

Brick by brick

This house is gone

From high above you

I would fall

Too much like a fantasy?

Or too serious

I'll show you signs

Pictures

Digital proof

My weapons are

Unloaded

And stacked away

From high above you

I would fall

I move the bed

To the center of the room