Sitting in the Stairwell

I’m sitting in the stairwell after slipping into town
There’s roses on the sidewalk, there is blood upon the ground
When the bold human rose to stop inside my chest
A chill side, staring while he wastes
There’s a man on his pistol
A broken fist inside his soul
My hands are hollow pillows
My thoughts are bolts
Beyond the world shimmers at my feet
And the rumbles in the soil, it trickles along the street
Well the post that I call evening
Is the sway
I see the river
My thump
I’m sitting in the stairwell after slipping into town
There’s roses on the sidewalk, there is blood upon the ground
When the bold human rose to stop inside my chest
A chill side, staring while he wastes