After all this time...

I am still short of breath. The winding walls of us have crumbled to the floor. Broken. Tattered dreams.

And as I lay there in the wreckage I find only your hollow heart. Dancing. Fighting. Plunging its crooked blade into all that is left of me. A stupid little girl. Marked forever with you.

If my cold and lonely limbs do not give away my frailty. My eyes return your burning need. For someone. Anyone.

Anyone but me.