Tell me a story, he said to her
I like the way pictures tell a story.
She closed her eyes and thought about it
for a very long time.
She liked stories.
Those were in happier times, before
She never could have imagined back then
The story she would finally tell.
She would not have believed it. That
Was before she lost herself.
Tell me a story.
That was long ago,
before the ears.
She could not have known it would start
with them, but
end with her.
To endure a story in its telling.
She would never be the same again.