The Summer of Thunderstorms (Poetry)[Complete]

Behind The Curtain

I was standing in a ground floor hallway

When there was a crash

So, I went right up the marble staircase

And followed her map

I counted a century's worth of teenage memories

Locked and lined up in rows

A light shone where there once were MC's

Skits and music and shows

Behind the curtain

Almost morning

This is the time of night when no one should be here

White threads fall in

Spider's cauldron

This is the time of night when no one should be here

Signatures written in all kinds of markers

I'm as old as the names

I stood at the back, blended into the black,

When Stockings entered the frame

In Canada, winter came a bit more quickly

Than she was used to

I heard her talking to herself

'Bout different ways to say blue

When she's walking

She's got wooden clothespins

On her't all times so she can keep the curtains closed

In ripped up stockings

Hear her calling

This is the kind of night when no one should be here.