Scene 52
Sad little bird.
Flying in dreamland.
I want to be a wolf-like.
I want to bite back with the pack.
I used to.
I used to kill.
I used to be animal at the blood.
Here we go again, Dancing the same tune.
Never satisfied.
Animals.
I'm not alive in this dream.
I'm not dead either.
I'm back in the past.
Little fingers with dirt in between her nails.
I dig in the mud, I carve into trees.
Breaking backs and longing to laugh.
A pup with big dreams.
Never looking both ways.
Who raised me that fierce?
No one.
Each year I grew a bit taller and so did the buildings.
London was gray as can be.
-But I still saw the sunrise.
