The red beat of my heart,
the orange fright in my eyes
and the yellow scream of a little girl inside the house.
I felt like I was there with her
beside her watching her tears crawl down her face.
She can'¢t get out.
The firemen are looking for her, down the black charcoal hallways.
Time passes, they can't find her.
I can hear her cry
I know she's in there
waiting to be rescued,
or waiting to die.
I'm scared,
but not as scared as her.
We see them walking
out of the dark house,
their faces dropped
like they were being pulled to the ground.
They couldn't find her.
That night,
in my dream,
I heard her.
No longer screaming,
but calmly falling
into a deep sleep
in which she would not wake from.