riverview

You’re running around in your mind like its riverview hospital and as you run into a room, the lights come on and maybe music is playing and there might be people telling stories or there might be objets … but then you turn a corner and enter a room, and the dark stays dark. And there are echoey water sounds. And a chill draught of air. And maybe a pit. Maybe horses. Crash through my window. I ‘cared at night. Maybe horses come.