Stinging toes and hiding eyes

They say you couldn’t possibly find her in the walls

Where she so abstractly runs towards

In circles and squares leaping through tickled children screaming

Off key scratching so absent mindedly

They look back at her with smug condescending steps smashing each tile

When she finds a picture across the way she dubs it the most intriguing of them all

She swallows herself to quench what thirst is left from her father’s life

Inching backward she sets down rules for hating what makes her whole