Delilah put her car in park. Looking at the necklace swaying on the rearview mirror, she noticed a car pull in behind her. Her eyes wondered down the necklace and to her lap. Where she grasped her hands together. Noticing just how contrasting her skin was on her black dress.

A deep breath in. Everything seemed to take Delilah extra long these days. Getting into bed, getting out of bed, walking...

The wrong person fit into the body of the perfect one

Never pressing the right button on the console

I have the tools

I know the answer

The only words the come out are harsh, red

The soul of the wrong one

Thrashing, spiraling

Instincts pulling her out of the dark

This dread is poison

This aching heart

The whole world is in front of me

What if I mess this up

What if I mess us up

What if I ...