Hayley

Don't ever go wrong, she carries yellow lists, searches rooms for one down, your heart inside your bones, chained against her fits, places she won't go, you might spend a ton, or need a ship, be prepared to hack it home, not what she proposes, nor whom she enlists, even if it comes to blows, knowledge always sits alone, rain lashes down in fits, across frightening horizons, she regulates like a metronome, in this house of whispers, storms carry her along, make it swift.