11.26.2009 Sometimes she gets chills when you touch her she shrugs your hand away.
Mostly, she sits by the back door and looks out into the yard watching for feet in the grass.
She's in a maze I fear where the mind is wrought with memory, dark images flash at the eyes and she is lost standing at a pair of gates petrified.
posted by Tazarat @ 9:39 PM
