I get used to the phrase

I'm doing good

and I'm a confident liar.

Winter approaches

like a killer from the basement

in this scene the tension is thick

only a bare light bulb

illuminates my sallow face,

and I look terrified.

I keep feeling a painful shock

in my left shoulder,

like I was electrocuted,

I am learning mortality

and I can't stop looking

in the reflection of the mirror

hanging on the wall

because I can sense something

is about to happen.

In the closing scene of the film,

I stand on the ninth floor

of an unidentified building,

and watch all the lost people

like a killer

through the curtain.