Just A Little Longer

She wants to be covered by the same blanket every night till the one night she says no. Don't time her because she can't guarantee a date. They say familiarity breeds contempt but the sneer had not yet found her. It gives her space to roam. She was never the latest experiment or a microscopic wonder.

Let her stay for a little longer. She won't ask for more or less. The gnawing is still very much alive and she might become food for the worms if you ask her to give up now. You said to her "You will miss the boat." She said "Let that happen for I don't intend to step on board. It's sturdy and new but it's vile to my nose and terrible for my eyes to behold."

Loosen your hold but not too much so she may sway safely and still trust in you. She has seen too much, gone hazy with your wine, and very unsteady this time. She will take your hand and let you guide her for the first rite before she let go again and walk on the tightrope designed for her fall. Bones too hard to be broken because it has lost its ears to hear the sickening splat - old bones they call it - to command a fractured mayhem. An excellent replacement for a watery heart and fungal brains.

Her feet will be dragged and she would struggle with wordless passivity. Expect her to dance like a bright sunflower and she will droop like morning glory or unforgiving like poison ivy. Form her with your remembrance and sculpt her from your heart.

She has memories and sweetness trapped under her lids. She may not open them again just so she could hold them until one day she forgets how to open them.

'And when you can't believe, I'm on my hands and knees.' - Junk Of The Hearts, The Cardigans.