Hold my Hand

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I would trade places with her so I could feel her blood in my veins.

I visit her in my basement. She is in a big glass cube. When I am with her I only feel her presence but it stirs my heart, makes me giggle, she is a good friend.

But, today I am filled with sadness. It makes me sad that I don't know what she looks like. I wonder if her hands are bloodied or have ever been, or if she's ever needed to be forgiven. I wish I knew her face or at least the color of her skin, how long her hair is, how tall she is.

I sit at the cube waiting for a feeling. My face pressed on the glass. I wonder if she is upset. I wonder if she ever feel lonely when I am gone. If she wants to get out of her cube. I wonder if she laughs with me when I am the other side;if she looked at me while I tried to look at her. I wonder what it is like her in here.

I press my face against the cube, harder and harder then suddenly I sink and I realize she isn't here. Instead it is me. I panic as I try to find a way out, banging and pressing on the walls, searching for a lock or door, or an opening but I'm in and I'm afraid I'll be in forever.

Forever seems like it is passing.
I did not realize all four seasons happened in here.