Her eyes are blue, the blue just before dawn, with the morning star floating on a string.
Her hair are long. They get into her eyes, and they get into her mouth when she is eating. She has stars in her hair.
She ties them into a messy ponytail, and if you're lucky, you can see a twinkle of a star as she runs.
She is a child.
She is very generous with her affection. She likes random hugs, and kisses.
She will envelop you in her embrace
and not let go.
She likes to hold your hand when you walk.
She wants to hold your hand when you run.
There are monsters behind you, vague and shadowy, and she knows you have to run.
She knows that you are running headlong into monsters.
She wants you to pivot, to change directions, to run. She knows there are monsters in every direction, and she is too little; she can't shield you from them. She does not understand anything. She knows only that she needs you to run.
And she will run with you.
She will always run with you.
She can run very fast. She is a little meerkat, always on her tippy toes, looking out for monsters. When she finds a threat, she will hover around you in dizzying circles, squeezing the world out, wanting, desperately, to protect you. Do you not the shadows? She needs you to listen, to pay attention. She really, really needs you to hide.
There is a monster behind you. There are shadows behind you. There is a shadow inside you. She knows you can't run, she knows there is no place to hide. (Does nobody see the shadows?) But she will push you to run, and she will run with you.
She is just a child. (Why does nobody see the shadows?)
She is just a little child.
