2AM: the monkeys stopped screeching and then the music started, a wheezing echo that I felt more than heard.
Yellow and blue lights scattered across the black ruins. There was no warmth in the light, all activity but no people.
I ran through the roofless maze, felt like floating. I don’t know how I found my way out.
We should have listened. Even their government are scared of this place. I wish I’d listened.
I sit every night at the gates with the soldiers and listen to the music. I pray he's dancing.
The soldiers call me the lost girl.