“Have you ever had a nervous breakdown?”
what share of the blame was hers ?
she would not look back.
careful directions
found
The house
as impregnable as a fortress.
“Come and see,” she said
but nothing
moved
her
She
lay there, bewildered,
she
remembered
The outside
is a palace,
the inside is a museum.
S he was too nervous to be angry.
desperately
lost.
“I’m willing,”
S he
said.
“I am a different girl.”
The truth was
There had been no word
only a deep, foreboding silence.
How would
S he
be satisfied
One slight mistake
shut out everything
It was a ghostly enemy,
an impossible destination
She could feel the ground rushing up to meet
h e r
Rach (Out Loud) 