Sad Labels:
endings
He made an example of me. In moments tithed flawlessly. She stood and compared the darkness to her pupil. In its dilation. She pulled the pillow under her head. In a stale seance. Of ghosts not willing to be dead.
She was counting the pages. The riddles they had tried
answering.
She was naming them Finger by finger. Assigning reasons to their graves. She was digging with her hands. In soiled basins.
She was deciphering the cryptograms. As if she knew who had said.
What she wanted to hear.
She was reading his mind. Afraid to answer him.