Deep breathing
Her glow remained but her spirit could never be tamed and her broken heart will never be regained. She’d struggle, trying to fill the void. She’d struggle, trying to find a balance between falling and running, escaping from the pain. Men from across the land would offer their hand but she’d say, “It’s not the same”. She’d save up her money, and gather her things. She’s wake up in the morning with that gut feeling. She feels like her best shot is not worth giving, disgusted by the thought of simple living. She plans her future, writes it all down and hides it away. She knows just a little bit longer and she won’t have to stay. She taps her pen in class, and her foot follows to the beat. She can’t control the deep breaths. She bounces in her seat. Her eyes swoop left to right, left to right, three, four times. That’s it, she’s about to commit a crime. Her mouth opens, but there’s no sound. Her body shoots up and she’s out the door, but before she knows it her body hits the floor. Stick that needle into the shaking girl. Watch lover as he falls to his knees, tear about his world. Hold that girl down with all your strength. Watch mother as she faints. Race around for a bit of hope. Men and women in gowns fumble for their tools. They’re too afraid she cannot cope. As the girl’s body slow stops shaking, as her deep breathing slowly evens out, the room falls silent. Her body is loose without pilot. Shake your head. Go on, pronounce her dead.
