1. Warm sunny day. The patio smiles back at her, sun glancing her cheek. Up her leg is a bruise and her scuffed knees are layered in bandages. The grass sings. She believes it is for her. No one is there to tell her she is wrong.

2. Warm sunny day. The pavement is wet from last night’s rain. She had listened to the sky weep, terrified at the shadows in her room; the creaking of the door and the settling of the floorboards. She isn’t sure when she will stop being afraid of the dark, the hands that crawl from it.

3. Warm sunny day. The car feels sticky. She feels like she is submerged. In the driver’s seat, death sits still and patient— he is sharpening his scythe. The boxes in the trunk jingle. Funeral bells.

4. Warm sunny day. The city smells different. The light bounces off the windows and she feels like a beetle under the spotlights of a stage. Roaches line the ground. She stomps on them, and she learns that she is not immortal. She tells her god. He smiles back at her and says that he already knew. She is foolish and starved.

5. Warm sunny day. The curtains are drawn. The sheets are sweat-soaked.

6. Warm sunny day. She cowers in a corner and watches the door. The dark reaches for her. There is a hand on her ankle. She claws.

7. Warm sunny day. The sky melts. She learns that death was never driving and God was never there.

8. []. With tallied wrists, she faces the dark, back to a wall, curtains drawn spotlights off sun down God turned away car on some distant street lights off.

9. The grass sings. She sings with it.

10. Cold snowy night.