Be careful, my joints ache.** At your age? He laughs I look down And fiddle with the edge of my skirt. Yeah, my sister says I was born forty. I smile to myself As he shakes his head, Always unsure on how to handle My explanations.
Why do you sleep all day and stay up all night?!* I studied her concerned face, Measuring, Chewing thoughts. My demons can't get me if im awake.* No. I can't stand the sun anymore. No. I'm just so afraid. Still not something to tell her. **Fine. I'll go to ******* bed.