Gravity's Rainbow
Waiting here for the footsteps on the Treppenhaus. If they make it into the building they will search every room. The only hope that I have is the manhole, but I could not survive in their for long. No, it is useless. If they search the house then they will find me. So be it. I rely on the facade, ripe and rotten, to keep them from knocking. I keep to the light night typing sessions. During the day I lie unnoticed under a pile of rags and rubbish. I am unmoving, calm and constant. A stray artillery shell may come down on me. This body no longer becomes intoxicated from the alcohol consumed to support it. Water and fermented sugars for the last six months.