Boxes

The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.

You haven’t been here in years.

You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,

Everything looks weirdly the exact same,

Things sound different at midnight, 

the dark is so much lighter, 

 the noises so much louder. 

Every creak causes a jump. 

They come out of nowhere,

people rising up from the ashes,

no coordination, no plan in place,

just people who, at the same time, spread all over,