Warmth.
Where?
Oh. Arm.
Red water from a slit.
Warm after hours of cold.
Will they care?
Who?
Them.
No, they won't.
Do they?
Yes, they see me.
Where?
Oh.
Box of polished wood.
Where's it going?
In the ground.
Beautiful flowers placed on top.
White roses.
Look, a red one.
Tears.
Salty water.
They do care.
.they never told me.
what?
That they cared.
That they what?
.loved me.

-Roxie J*******
Thursday, April 15, 2004
11:22 PM Eastern US Time