Empty, unplowed fields
Thick, lonesome woods
Birds gather overhead to fly as one
Silent footsteps in the lush grass
I see faces, hear voices, touch bodies
Alone yet am I
Reaching out in frustration
Giggles and taunts they draw me
Sketch me
Paint me
The porcelain skin
Brittle hands
So delicate
Close my eyes
Feel their presence
Pulling at my thoughts
Alone yet am I
Empty, soulless eyes
Thick, dense skulls
All gathers overhead to fly as one
But alone yet am I
