Warning: May cause distress, so don't read if you're in doubt.
Her bones tremble,
She's panning for strength deep amongst the weakness,
Begging her eyes to keep her alive;
As long as they can see, she will survive,
Paper-thin, her skin is pink-grey,
Seemingly dissolving at each reminder of the fact that she is existing.
She buries her head in those inch-thick arms,
With only a tuft of hair to cover the pain she shows on her face.
Hidden beneath the clutching of her body: her chest,
Translucent enough for everyone to see the fear glowing through,
Reminding her, and them...
Ticking, tocking, tensing, weakening,
Sliding, fading
There's not long left.
Life crushes, breath rushes
Out, ribs move rapidly at her side,
She doesn't want to be a spectacle or a showcase.
She doesn't want to feel any more special than she was before. She isn't.
She wants to
Feel
Normal
Agai--
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