Girl is a waterfall. Girl is a snowflake. Girl is a wellspring. Girl is running water. Girl is dripping water. Girl is moving water. Girl is rushing water. Girl is wet. Girl is spillage. Girl is puddling. Girl is pooling. Girl is making of herself an ocean on a dry plain. Girl is that and all that is and ever will be. Girl is waterlogged.
DRIP DROP DRIP DRIP
DROP.
Houses trembling with rocket blasts. Houses shifting with shifting ground. Houses burning down. Houses throwing up people. People throwing up lunches. Lunches of rancid meat and spoiled cheese and molded bread and houses housing them and their lunches these people and all that is tumbling spinning jolting branching carpeting out.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
This the sound that the world makes.
Girl walks to the edge of the water that Girl is. Girl sticks her toe in the water that Girl is. Girl touches her palm to the surface of the water that Girl is. Girl plunges into the water that Girl is and Girl drowns in the water that Girl is, all the Girl water filling up the Girl, her Girl lungs and mouth and then the coughing choking sloughing sobbing.
Bodies in ditches. Bodies in streets. Bodies in the lawns of all her neighbors all her neighborhood all her vision in her Girl focused Girl unfocused eyes. Bodies making the sunset and bodies making the sunrise and bodies bodies bodies that she can raft down on the water that is Girl river on the Water that is Girl lake on the Water that is Girl Ocean and Girl so on and Girl so forth.
Tangleweeds and oceans and Girl.
A hand from out of a tree and it grips on Girl's throat and Girl goes to make a sound but the gripping hand has it grasped in her neck and the wrenching straining of fingers and tendons and muscles and veins goes until Girl goes and the words fade and disappear and the Girl blacks out and comes to later maybe much later maybe just right then holding in her Girl hands no more water but only thirst and the notion that somewhere out there is the water that she was when Girl she was an ocean.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
This is the sound that happens when Girl she is blacked out and in her head dreaming of water that is not gone.
zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
And this is a smaller version of the same sound.
Girl is wanton. Girl is established. Girl is mature. Girl is slender. Girl is sleek. Girl is swooping down from the skies snatching up dreams and putting them in her pockets and from her pockets into her ears and from her ears they wander, these, everyone's dreams, mingle in her head in her sleep in her closed eye moments and Girl then no longer is caught in the kitchen with all the bombs making ashen snow around their window sills, outside of their curtains, on their front yard maple.
Tangleweeds whisper in Girl's ear:
WHORE.
Girl is sweet is lively is lithe is loving is kind is caring is thoughtful is responsive is responsible is keen is perceptive.
Girl sees that the tangleweeds they are nothing but servants to the ground and the ground is nothing but servants to the sun and the sun has blown up and the sun is not there and the sky is grey and the sky is missing and the sky is pillows of black that come and go like wash on a shore and Girl she knows and is and is not all of that.
whore.
Said as if in an even smaller tone.
Girl collecting pieces of the missing sun. Girl pocketing anything she finds. Girl looking for the notes to songs. Girl searching out the answers to hailstone and rocks. Girl holding birds that have died or are dying or will never fly again. Girl fingering the hem of her dress and the pockets stuffed with artifacts and the edges of her skin frayed and dry since when her water was taken.
Girl.
Words:
GO.
STAY.
MAYBE.
SURE.
DON'T.
Hands come out of hollow trees and having taken this Girl's water. Hands come out of trees and having stolen the liveliness, the lithe Girl, shreds of this only remaining ocean. Hands come out of these those trees and their receding with fistfuls of sea sounds like waves of Girl:
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.