Two daughters who seemed to be listening. Was I the mother, was not this our house? Naria half-slept seeping out of a nightmare like yellow smoke. Beyond that - @3was it cold by the lake today?@1 the chill of this child whose star dazzled elsewhere - ash. I had to go without a single light. May Claire's hair be down, may the lace canopy never entirely cover her most perfect quality, ennui. Even as she sleeps I trespass, counting the lonely mansion railings of her spine. |