PIECE BY PIECE
Frozen, locked in the cold like an embryo embraced by a frost-touched womb. The chill holds her body, unmoving, unresponsive. But not her mind - her addled, fact-and-fantasy filled brain keeps jumping. Keeps flying and plummeting, understanding too much, holding back too little. Dreams and reality grow confused - conflicting as one bleeds into another. Red dye, blue dye, yellow dye, black dye seeping into pure fabric, white drowned, dripping a muddled brown edged with the ice and air that captures the body. Nothing fits. Not in her brain, not in her body, not in the transport ship that carried her as cargo, not in the whole 'verse.