Wednesday 12/15/2010 12:18:00 AM

in a dark room. the light just outside her door. she frets over the drops of rain that hit. failing to understand the glass. to look. never to feel. the storm. its callous rage. or the sun. its selfless warmth.

to watch. in ripples of the cough. the disease heaving from her body in urgent stabs. to die. exactly as she has lived. worshipping in the subtle sicknesses that she's been taught.

the arrogance of fairy tales leave her cold. too many victims.

the creases of the revelations firmly pressed into her dress. as she tries to remember their names. all those worlds she visited. but could not stay.

in a dark room. the light just outside her door. she places her wager on the tortoise. but roots for the hare.

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