03-05 Waking Atropos

the one with scissors hears me,
hears you coming up the stairs,
it is too late to hide in my room,
we should not wake her,
we should not wake her,
up the stairs, into my room,
up she comes, she hears me,
praying her sisters, hold me,
praying her sisters, down with rage,
praying for the weave, to begin,
again, do you not hear them,
as you come up the stairs,
a whisper in the walls,
they have built this,
this House of September,
she hears you,
she reaches out,
listening,
for your footsteps,
no one likes,
to lose a lover,
but either
you are deaf, or
she is blind,
because I know,
she can hear me,
screaming my silent prayers,
in my room, as you come up,
the stairs, to my door,
asking why I hide,
fool, do you not hear her,
she wakes.