Language

I'm not sure what they are saying but it can't be good, all the shouting and arguing. I listen for a hit of language but it's lost. Their anger seeps through the window screen and I wonder why. Behind the darkness. I don't trust them.

Is the car stolen I wonder.

Anger is what they know and I wish they would reward themselves with their own destruction.

The weeds engulf them but they don't care. It's the visual for how they actually appear to everyone who surrounds them.