i saw a girl moving her arms like a bird. fluid and graceful, a seamless unsought mastery. too youthful yet to be young. looking so much like what she's not. thin arms, lengthening limbs, wisp of hair caught in the wind, trailing, flying. an innocent unknowing that can't last.

holding the hem of my skirt in my hand. thick velvet, a sultry whisper against my palm. the loose threads of the underside, scattered thoughts brushing my fingertips.