namelessshe stalks the cage of her shadowa predatorwaiting to pounce but once was preyon the fringes of realityblurring the linesshe cannot rememberfrom whence she cameor to where she is headedshe feeds on the sinsand fevered nightmaresof childhood's endforgetting, sometimesthat her own blatant hopesburned in the flamesshe now consumesand they taste sweet like arsenicon her tongueas she devours themblood drippingfrom her...