there's a hole in the bottom of the bucket and no one seems to notice the water slowly dripping. the floor is black and the night is new. i walk along slowly with my mind racing. where can he be? is he happy where he is? most important am i on his mind? i slip on the water from the bucket. my mind is blank. for once it is blank. i find new words. am i alone, when i am not? is anyone? i once read a diary of a young woman. she was alone when she knew it, why don't i know? i hold my breath. on the dark wet floor. was that girl once me? did i know? i am pieced. i find my heart next me. it is broken. on the black wet floor in the middle of the room with a hole in the bottom of the bucket there is a girl holding her heart.