Purge

To Agatha, found and renamed...

Once I had a dream about a well. The well was empty, much before tears and delusions started to roll down the curb walls. The well was empty, but, near the curb, there was a girl.

Once she had a dream about a tortoise. The tortoise was gone, much before party and confession showed up in the warm air. The tortoise was gone, but, up in the air, there was a bird.

Once it had a dream about a smile. The smile was broken, much before the childhood passed away when the ship sank. The smile was broken, but, in the ship, there was a pirate.

Once he had a dream about a dance. The dance was over, much before the dress was torn and left in the floor. The dance was over, but, in the floor, there was a child.

The child was blond and the pirate was blessed, the bird was homesick and the girl was soothed. And I... I ended up full of that empty void.