In Time Of Yesterdays

calls of
clinking
jewelry
down halls
dark as
mud wet
with fear
with race
with her
in steps
of twenty
with leaps
of few
stretch of
skin in
tries the
shivering
sounds
of breath
being
stolen
of feet
being
worn
by the
flee for
the door
for the
slide of
now in
time of
yesterdays.