I desperately grasp on to anything,
any morsel of information about her,
who she was then
and who she is now

I knew she lived during a time when the last of the cattle meant the end of days were near,
and out of fear,
mothers would drown their children,
rather than watch them slowly starve
and cry for the nourishment that cannot be given.

Everyone loved her but she had no friends,
she would lure people in,
and once they got too close,
she'd push them away again.

I sleep in her bedroom and I live in her house,
and every day I look for something more.
Maybe that's the reason why I feel closer to her now than I ever did,
yet farther away than ever before.



I wish I could speak to her.
I'd ask her "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Aren't you glad?"
But I can't...
I stole the life she once had.