A girl woke up in the dead of night,
clutching her angel-
the pendant at her neck,
her source of comfort
in a world that was cold.
She lit a lantern and ventured into the dark,
shadows blend,
and fearsome night.
She felt as if something was watching her.
She felt as if it was hiding behind doors, black lace curtains,
and under the old furniture.
The lantern spluttered,
drowning her in darkness for a few minutes.
You couldn't hear anything but her gasping
breaths.
"C a n y o u f i n a l l y s e e m e?"
A voice asked.
A voice of dust,
a voice made of broken glass.
The other girl clutched at her angel.
"C a n y o u s e e m e, S a r a h?"
She closed her eyes.
"No, please. I don't want to see this."
"C a n y o u s e e w h a t y o u ' r e d o i n g t o m e?"
A little girl crept out of the curtains.
Her eyes full of hatred,
full of tears,
and her arms and legs
bled
from wounds that the older girl forgot.
She was staring at herself.
"D o y o u r e m e m b e r m e?"
She nodded.
"Stop."
"Y o u ' r e a c o w a r d."
"I'm not."
"T h e n w h y d o y o u h i d e m e a w a y?"
"Because you're poison."
"Because you're the worst part of me."
"I a m w h a t m a k e s y o u h u m a n."
"Ironic, isn't it?"
"Y o u k e e p y o u r w a l l s h i g h."
"A n d k e e p m e b u r i e d s o f a r u n d e r t h e g r o u n d."
