From the beginning, Grace knew what would kill her.
But she has three lines left to write.
Three lines left, to fall in love
With the thing that will kill her.
Or the idea of it.
She falls asleep.
Waits for the dream to come to her.
She returns to her childhood home.
She opens the door and with a sense of horror smells the ghosts inside.
The lingering scent of childhood.
She runs away.
She wakes up.
In the sky there is a new kind of light.
None of us have names
And our hearts are let go
Above an open sea.