he cries and screams
inside his head
pounding the walls
punishing them
for all that they have
seen and heard
but kept secret.

he runs into the rain
where his soul waits
for him in the shadow-infested gutter.
he waves at himself
and offers himself
some shelter from the rain.

he refuses it
preferring to be
washed clean
by something pure
left in this world.

he treads through the
alleyway
creating worlds of water
with his bootprints.

his colours fade to black.