May 22, 2011

Sitting
in a bare stairwell,
in borrowed hoody,
she breaks down.

Grasping
at the tears that fall
from her face as if
that could stop the
sick spiral her life
has started, she
shakes and wonders
why
“am I alone? this sucks.”

The dull tan walls that
surround her whisper
words of encouragement;
the railings in the stairwell
tell her to get up, that
she is better than this.

In the hallway, her
eyes are red and have bags,
her makeup is gone, still
she thought, “I look strangely human.”

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