The light inside of her
dark skin is dwindling and
she asks him what is happening. He
doesn’t know the answer, but he tries to
make up something about a soul
and that it fades as one gets older.
She puts her hands over her face and
asks if this is what it feels to
be like all of the normal people.
He knows that in her eyes he
is normal, but he still answers
yes because she won’t be
coherent for long.