She
Will not answer her father's text messages.
Will not notice the leaves changing color.
Will not make a snowball with her cold hand and wish she had cocoa instead.
Will not greedily and thankfully gulp water to sate her thirst.
Will not slam her bedroom door and wonder why she is living with her mother, still.
Will not ever wonder if the vaccine did it.
Will not ever again hide her face with one arm and coyly smile at the camera.
She, Linden,
Will not answer her father's text messages.
