Her Special Door

Fallen here within her slipping grasp of time. She lives not for today but yet for then. Bound by the ones in memory of this bloodline. Each day passing becomes longer than the one before. Nothing ever changes here just beyond her special door. Many I have known but none to be as bold. She fights to show that she is not living in the past. Her heart that weeps over them feeds beneath her heart now cold. She weeps since then and it tears at her core. Nothing ever changes here just beyond her special door