teeth lay broken on the nightstand, strands of hair accompany footprints in the carpet, the birds outside the broken window sing an unknown melody, and the venom of the snake swims up the veins as quickly as the water runs in the bathtub when the pain is to be cleansed away.

crouching in the shallows of the lake, flashing eyes in the dead of night, laughing along with children in the peace of silence, drowning in the bloody water of the bathtub.

prosperity sings a song of kind remarks and helpful actions, the snake slithers toward the brain of the lost, the swiping of the razor creates a harmony for the birds, and all of the teeth and hair brush against one another on the banks of the lake.

the hurt of yesterday is the anticipation of tomorrow.