Night Places
She sleeps with their ghosts beside her always. The ghosts she has created from her memories, from her loneliness. She wakes up to see their faces, but the faces are never there. Her ghosts are faceless. Her love is faceless, masking blue eyes from her sight.
And when she cries she is always alone.
And everything she eats is tasteless in her mouth.
She walks across lands and fields, mountains of solitude. "The world is waiting for me; the world is there for my taking." She repeats to herself, again and again. Because there is truth in repetition.Whispering softly under the noise of wind in the trees. She looks up and the words she has spoken all wait up there in the leaves, waiting for a moment. Waiting for the pin to drop, the angel to fall.
The world at night is a sad place to be all alone, she thinks, and she keeps walking.