on how she curled herself into
a tight
ball
in the corner
of an unlit room.
was it raining?
i'm not sure, but it would
seem
right.
her mascara
cascading down her hollow
cheeks,
her boned
face carved like ivory
in the pale
slant
of hall light.
the tears cold with fear.
i remember how
she looked
up at me from a strange place,
a hell
i've never known
and said the words
that
she wanted to leave the world,
leave
everything
to end to end to end.
only this could make it right.
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