28 April 2012
I started to bleed the summer she left us. I still remember the day, in her bathroom - the one we were all afraid of. The one that took lives; and my childhood.
That house changed everyone.
I wonder now if that's why she never came back. I was a woman and she had done her job. I was the same as her, the last of the litter, nine of nine.
We waited until the end of summer to announce her departure, I helped pack the boxes - sealed them like my mouth.
Summer Blood • Opuss № I