Tonight I am despondent, quiet in the face of it. Days go by and I can ignore the way thngs are, the way they will be.
I thank every one of you who distracts me.
There is a rash on her side, a sore on her face. One is caused by bugs crawling out of her skin. The other is from blood dripping out of her ear. I recommend a bandage and a cotton dress. More time spent looking for heart-shaped rocks, less time wandering around rooms alone.
There is a pit in my stomach, an empty feeling in my head. I'm going to try a drink.