She walks into the outhouse the cold night breathes into her face the flies are standing still now the moon spills through the place and she starts wondering what it№s like to be liked by everyone and like everyone be just like anyone who just wants to be so … just like anyone she reaches through the darkness her fingers touch the porcelain seat she spins and pulls her pants down the cold air holds her like a thief and she starts wondering what they mean do they just mean to be mean and thinking about the scene do they just want to be seen try not to seem so … just like anyone the door comes screeching open she walks into the evening air she disappears in the darkness all that№s left is the faint smell of her hair she№s bone
