I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I

I Scan The Room. Catherine Is Writing Quickly, Her Light Brown Hair Falling Over Her Face. She Is Left-handed, And Because She Writes In Pencil Her Left Arm Is Silver From Wrist To Elbow.

Being The Survivor Stinks.

It's As Though I've Been Sleepwalking And Suddenly Woken To Find Myself Here

...poking A Lump Of Red Jello That Jiggles Outrageously, Like A Breast I Once Knew.

But It All Zipped By. One Minute Marlena And I Were Up To Our Eyeballs, And The Next Thing We Knew The Kids Were Borrowing The Car And Fleeing The Coop For College. And Now, Here I Am. In My Nineties And Alone.