This is a story about a girl who isn't me, isn't alive, isn't anything but this thing that was sleeping, this little shell of a thing that kept pushing breath in and out of its lungs and moving despite being dead.
This is a story about this window in time, and these two men who crawled through it, and what one told the other about the thing on the bed.
This is a story that can't tell the story, only a few scattered words that spilled, things like "Watch this..."
This is a story about a non-story; it's only a story. That's all it is. |
Submission Name: Storytime 
