And we were all sitting around when Lilly entered the room
the storm of yesterday had drenched her body. Flattening her
against these textile walls washed out white to blend in to
the pale fearful skin lining her face. The whispers only
grow louder as she approaches the group of dear friends. We
speak louder trying to over come the heavy weight her
presence has brought about our minds. Lilly opens her mouth
to speak the words as soft as snowflakes "We are all like
trees in November and you can't imagine it unless you've
been there" Are thunderous words strangle her to the ground
stealing all the meaning from her words making them
meaningless rambles to our hearts. She's sliding back out
the door now as your pleas for help steal her fading breath.