A tree has grown on the spot. Where her body did rest. Blood seeped into the soil. From the knife in her chest. The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail. I wonder how the bugs remember Gail. What a lovely young girl. Everybody would say. You can still hear her laugh. In the shadows on a cold winter's day. A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail. I wonder how the dog remembers Gail. The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail. I wonder how the bugs remember Gail.