Listening To Rain (Poetry)

Still awake, she listens to the rain,
its thrash and sting against the stoic glass,
a sudden creak from an unsettled stair,
the surge of voices rising from below.

She wonders how she might just slip away,
avoid the coldness in their staring eyes,
slide between the cracks in brittle lives
and vanish, be unborn and free from blame.