Through the window of that little creepy house, her mother cries in the room where her husband’s lethal silence was a sharp-edged dagger stabbing her heart. In that room she hears devils laugh and dance around her, every time her husband hung his coat and walked away from her frigidly.
Through the window of that little creepy house, there was a little girl afraid, covered in blood stains of her father’s anger. A little girl, who watches her mother from distance, doesn’t understand what a dream is. She deeply wishes for the end of her life, because she thought, death might be the only day he smiles.
Through the rear window of that little creepy house, the man with invisible horns and grotesque smile, carries a halo of dust, as he dances and laughs with a woman half his age, wearing a seductive red dress his wife always feared to wear.
He is tame to a woman who does not see, through the window of that little creepy house.