No one there.

And so she clawed
Herself down the ladder
Till she hit a whisper
And sang the child goodnight.

Drop after drop,
She Listens the quiet
Fearing the look
Of her crushed essence.

Marooned in desperation
She hears a shadow
With echoing stories
And past lullabies.

Her twin awakens
Out of her excursion
Reminding the path
She once was on.

Standing tilted above
The ground so low
Another phantom
Her road yet to lose.