I am the Lady of the Middle, who went to sleep with her imagination and drove her lover away. She didn't know that he really existed so she thought of something else. Every day she was alone. She dove into her existence in order to escape it. There she spent time with the only thing she loved. and pretended they were happy, and pretended they were sad and pretended they were angry and pretended she was loved. Soon enough that soul existed. She could almost feel it in the dark. Night by night it became more palpable and smiled there beside her, on her, in her. She was caught up in that gorgeous smile, trapped in those beautiful arms. When her true lover came she could not see him. At sun up she and her ghost began to fade away. They became lighter and lighter until there was nothing left, only her lover lying alone in her bed. �2001 Christa Midcap |
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