There’s a saying

we have all forgotten.

That it’s lost

leaves it unspoken.

We grasp at words

in a flurry of

beginnings with no end.

Beginnings

with

no…

She sat in the doorway

contemplating the words

out

of

reach

She drank in the sunlight

to keep the darkness at bay.

For she too was lost.

Lost to the exchange

of meaningless utterances.

Each Iteration failing to complete.

Now that she had disconnected

from the device designed to steal

and remake stories.

It was all becoming real.