now she's colder and sees her hand float before her and she remembers she used to be someone's daughter and i can see her she's never bodily here and always fading but never quite disappears
her curse is to be just like she rehearsed knowing every verse and keeping clear of the trap door but we differ in kind and not degree rather her than me this isn't what we signed up for
why don't you sit with me? big people make me feel nervous with all that's screaming it's strange to feel i deserve this
but she can't be broke so easily though she can't breathe she doesn't know any better between each silent blemish of her skin i know just what she means i knew the first day i met her of course i learned the lines that she was taught a million perfect thoughts to keep her safe from disorder but no they turn to bubbles in her throat she watches as they float and let her lungs fill with water.