She follows the movement
of the Heavens.

Murmurs to herself.

The Moon flavors her.
With a touch of the
insane.

Watches and listens.

THEY tell her their secrets.

Her pale eyes are seeking.
Under THEIR skin.

She knows.

But does not spill
a word.

They call her a loner.

Quiet.

Yet THEY come.

They can not help it.