about her.

three.

there is a hazy memory that is

in the dark attic that is her mind.

she had been eating dinner with her father

and while she hadn't finished, she knew she was full.

{ "daddy, i'm full." }

{ "there's not much left. why don't you finish?" }

{ "daddy-" }

{ "finish your supper, holly." }

and so she finished her dinner

and it all came back up mere hours later.

her father told her over and over

{ "i'm sorry, holly." }

that he should have listened to her.

he was right. he should have listened to her.

t h e y  a l l  s h o u l d  h a v e  l i s t e n e d  t o  h e r.

{ why doesn't anyone listen to me, daddy? }