I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
If she weren’t so involved in her own task, Melita might have paused to hear movement, voices, echoing along the threshold she was striving to ‘haunt’. Growing bored of the shingle shifting, she moved on to other portions, lightly tapping across the expanse of the roof as if floating, barely making a peep,
Before dropping to her stomach, and leaning out over the gutters, hands splayed to hasten downward, banging on the wall. She did a few light taps at first, and then escalated them, one right after the other, as if someone was knocking, then smacking the painted sides.
Pausing, she then ambled to another side of the house, and repeated the same gestures, head tilting, waiting to see if there was a response. If not, she had some other motions up her sleeve, but she didn’t want a massive revelation juuuust yet.
Before dropping to her stomach, and leaning out over the gutters, hands splayed to hasten downward, banging on the wall. She did a few light taps at first, and then escalated them, one right after the other, as if someone was knocking, then smacking the painted sides.
Pausing, she then ambled to another side of the house, and repeated the same gestures, head tilting, waiting to see if there was a response. If not, she had some other motions up her sleeve, but she didn’t want a massive revelation juuuust yet.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
