Disclaimer: The characters of the Mortal Instruments series belong to Cassandra Clare.

The Warehouse

The ceiling lamp swings back and forth

Smothering our bodies in yellow light

As his stomach begins to lower

I reach up to press my mouth against his

To stifle the scream

That begins to erupt in my throat

I can feel the floorboards

The foot steps of all the women, men

And children

Who have walked through here

Innocence, regret, hunger, hope

Collide

Like die shaken violently in a plastic cup

He begins to cry softly

Like he's watched every good thing in his life

Fall to pieces

And I hold him to me

While the morning light filters through the cracks

Of the dirt stained windows

And I take my first breath

In this abandoned warehouse

A/N: First MI poem. Review?