"Spotsylvania County Alice"
I dig upwards with teeth and fingernails. I force my head through moldy floorboards. Pigeons flap. Mice scatter. I listen for your gears turning but the only sound I hear is November rain dripping through a rotten roof. So I turn a dial. I flip a switch. I open a valve, and listen to machines cough, rattle, and sputter, then grind, rasp, and collapse. The power's on but all that's left of you here are vandalized rooms and busted machinery.