Pocket all reference. All memory. All recollection.
Once again dipping in and out of consciousness. Falling in and out of misplaced/mistimed seasons.
She's still chasing him. Lifting those rocks. Double taking at strangers. For a ghost. She - that small flutter hidden within, the strangest of strangers. When will she stop. Just stop. Look up. Stop glancing back. Look forward [To what?]. Catch up with me [She won't]. Cut it off. Keep shutting it off. Face his demise.
Leave it in the dark. The pitch black. Let it drown in emptiness.
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