Just a time thief waiting for wrecked mirror to take her away from this wretched world and into a backwards one, a comforting one where people didn’t hate and everyone lived in the tangled roots of the upside down world tree.

But the mirror never came so she continued putting scissors in the electrical socket, frying her brain. But she didn’t care. The more the merrier, and the scissors invited people to her house, concerned people that she once knew and maybe, in some far corner of her mind, she still did.

Walking in a storm without a coat was her favorite past time, letting the rain soak her 2wo time to big t shirt and plaster her hair to her head like a skull cap.

On this walk, she finds a man huddled in a dark ally, shaking she stopped and hesitated, what to do? The man looked up, rain colored eyes. She wondered, that man....he looked familiar. Was it her? A mirror image? No...maybe a past one, but not this life.