Sarah saw
Sometimes in those little moments, Sarah saw beyond this layer of reality to a place where she had some authority, some say-so in the intense happenings of her life. There she saw the demons -the thoughts she thought were hers.
A finger and a touch. The lightless dark, my love. Breathe in deeply, from where I come. The night was always your destiny, and the owl and the blood is ours together. Dying leaves will encompass us through -Through skelled trees -a moonlight sonata in minor. You have no strength, but I have much. Sing with me the low cello in and forget those heavy dreams.
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