quarter.

grab desperately

in your fingers

the last stuff you can take

before he comes

and he comes

to you the tower moves

incredibly close

incredibly tall

he meets you

your paralyzed meat

you regret

the things that fed you

but you don't think

don't think past

past the fingers

fingers, claws

a single quarter

makes you richer than all

the others watching

in nervous hiding

and you say

take me off

of this surface

and you say

we hear

you murmur screams

but to us

it's just some noise