White dress in the Dark

Inside my body she lives in the dark
which is sometimes a forest that she cannot traverse
sometimes the thickness of tar that she cannot escape
sometimes the dark is in her, sometimes she is the dark
that lives inside my body.

Her frail girl's body, long braids hanging down her back
dressed always in the shattered dress of her last moment
not knowing where she is nor escaping where she is not
wandering the landscape of my body and hiding from my mind
keeping the secrets that have kept me safe.

Inside my body she has lived in the dark for too long.