She Stands
She stands.
In the middle of the room
With the back of the gown gaping open
Her heart and soul and whole life gaping open too.
Four months.
They say that's all that's left
For dancing and reading and loving
And praying that there has been a mistake and she can fix it.
Slowly then.
She moves toward her clothes
Reaching for the pants and the sweater
That feel different now and that she never wants to wear again.
Can't be.
She thinks this is not the truth
As she lets her clothes drop from her hands
Then falls from the weight of hot tears and so much sorrow.
Please no.
She whispers to the white floor
But it just sits there looking at her and
Saying there is nothing she can do but try to accept and let go.
Fuck off.
Fuck off you stupid body
That's trying to destroy me and take away
Everything I love and leave me a withered shell in the ground.
She screams.
Then a cart falls over
And sheets are ripped from the bed
And posters hang in torn remnants on the ugly walls.
And she stands.
In the middle of the room
With the back of the gown gaping open
Her heart and soul and whole life gaping open too.
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