i open the door
dim light reflects
off her ceiling fan
fetal position
wrapped
in long black hair
only if her will
was as strong
as her heart
she is like a pale
porcelain doll
fragile and waiting
to fall(to fail)
she gets like this
from time
to time
when she sleeps
w/darkness
her eyes go black
as her pillows
go cold
like watching someone
eat a loaded gun
i close her door
and walk away
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