Thursday, February 25, 2010
when i first saw her she wore a long black dress as simple as a brush stroke that dragged on the floor behind her. she passed my bed and slipped out the door without a sound. don't know her name or her face and i am not sure i want to. i fear if i come to find out i will only be looking at my own reflection and our names will be the same.
Posted by chelsea marie at 5:05 PM