power_outage
girl_jane
Sitting
in
the
dark
because
of
the
Lack
of
electricity
Fighting
sleepiness
and
the
dog
Who
can
’t
get
comfortable
I
lit
candles
-
4
little
1
tall
One
scented
Lying
on
my
bed
Not
wanting
to
sleep
But
having
nothing
to
do
I
notice
the
shadow
of
myself
Cast
on
the
wall
3
crosses
All
of
them
are
covered
by
the
Shadow
of
my
hand
What
would
your
shadow
look
like
on
my
wall
?
The
dog
moving
again
Interrupting
My
thoughts
Again
settled
-
Momentarily
I
turn
my
attention
to
the
Pennies
On
my
night
stand
One
1985
One
1980
Accompanied
by
so
many
other
items
My
thick
framed
glasses
My
alarm
clock
A
Grumpy
Bear
Care
Bear
cup
A
music
box
Matches
and
candles
And
buttons
and
rocks
Various
notebooks
Unimportant
papers
Play
with
fire
Burning
the
unimportant
papers
I
entertain
myself
briefly
What
would
your
face
look
like
in
candlelight
?
The
wind
rattles
my
windows
And
wakes
the
sleeping
dog
A
few
circles
and
he
Sleeps
again
The
music
box
The
power
is
out
-
So
I
have
No
stereo
But
I
have
the
Music
box
Until
now
I
’ve
had
Only
the
wind
and
the
Ticking
of
the
Alarm
clock
It
has
a
keyhole
in
the
front
But
it
’s
unlocked
The
secrets
kept
inside
are
not
In
danger
of
discovery
I
pick
it
up
and
wind
the
Switch
on
the
bottom
The
clicking
and
clanking
of
the
Twisting
knob
Set
the
box
back
down
and
lift
The
lid
and
I
dance
in
the
dark
What
would
your
body
look
like
dancing
in
my
shadows
?
Would
you
be
graceful?
Would
you
trip
from
the
lack
of
light
?
Would
you
last
?
Would
you
lose
your
energy
?
Would
you
keep
your
movement
constant
?
Would
you
stop
and
wait
for
me
?
What
would
you
do
if
the
sun
suddenly
Shone,
If
my
shadows
disappeared
?
Would
you
continue
to
dance
?
Would
you
want
my
shadow
back
?
Would
you
enjoy
your
newfound
freedom
?
Would
you
want
the
shackles
back
?
Would
your
feet
dance
lighter
without
them
?
Would
your
heart
weigh
you
down
?
What
would
you
do
if
my
shadow
became
the
sun
?
020226
...
reitoei
the
crack
of
thunder
and
the
lights
are
gone
the
bulbs
slowly
dim
to
an
oblivion
as
they
fade
so
does
your
existence
you
never
realized
how
much
life
depends
on
a
half
inch
of
tungsten
on
a
few
strange
suabatomic
particles
crawling
along
copper
wire
you
sit
there
in
the
dark
wondering
what
to
do
you
light
up
the
candles
eat
a
solemn
candlelit
supper
waiting
for
the
power
waiting
for
the
light
waiting
for
the
hums
and
buzzes
waiting
for
distraction
distracted
by
nothing
waiting
020227
...
Andromeda
The
crack
of
thunder
The
flash
of
lightning
that
illuminates
the
entire
sky
Rain
coming
down
in
horizontal
torrents
Trees
bending
and
breaking
in
the
merciless
wind
A
little
girl
sits
with
wide
eyes
Waiting
for
her
daddy
to
arrive
safely
Then
silence
and
stillness
Then
the
sirens
come
Rocking
,
back
and
forth
Trembling
by
the
window
,
blinded
by
tears
of
fright
Blinking
them
away
in
a
state
of
confusion
Wondering
where
he
is
Why
he
isn't
here
?
To
the
cellar
now
,
everyone
!
Storm's
almost
here
!
But
he
isn't
yet
He's
still
out
there
No
!
Don't
drag
me
away
!
I
don't
want
to
go
!
He's
not
here
yet
!
Mommy
! Daddy's
not
here
yet
!
Daaaaadddddyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
No
no
no
no
Daaaaddddyyyy!!
Screaming
as
she
is
pulled
into
the
cellar
along
with
her
other
siblings
Little
Jessie
is
sitting
in
Mommy's
lap
, wailing
almost
as
loud
as
the
wind
itself
Mommy
has
tears
streaming
down
her
face
,
but
she
has
to
be
strong
Her
children
need
her
to
be
their
wall
of
protection
Their
wall
of
stone
But
Daddy
didn't
come
home
that
day
Daddy
got
lost
in
the
storm
And
Daddy
never
came
home
.
020227
