through_the_door_i_hear_her_crying maria why__i_don't_know 040202 ... endless desire whispering through the walls and whimpering the secrets of her soul crouched by the wooden door toes curled around the feet of tub... chilling porcelin, chilling tears ice tile floor. dirty corners she won't gaze at, even in her wildest dreams. you can't make out the words she says only the murmurs of a crouched girl tortured by her own pain. 040202 what's it to you? who go blather from