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" Your palms fold over me like knees. Love is the only use. Both a little drunk in the middle afternoon with the forgotten smart of August on our skin we hold hands as if we were still children… " - Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems: Young Girl


Melody turned around to see a strange girl standing in the doorway. There was a smudge of crimson in her side from what seemed to be a wound.In her hand was a soft, dancing light. Melody gasped softly. There was a long pause. "Who are you?" Melody whispered. An eerie chill filled the air, and Melody waited for an answer. The girl shuffled uncomfortably in the doorway and looked away. Suddenly the girl spoke in a soft whisper. "Apologies. I couldn't find a…