Self-destruction
Her view is hazy,
showing fragments of reality.
Her thoughts are scattered,
tangling her insides, anticipating
explosion.
Everything moves quickly,
but she is stone.
Solid, smooth, sheer.
Too vulnerable for love,
too fragile to touch.
She sits in the corner
biting her sleeve, fighting
the pain.
Her eyes can’t adjust
to the shadow she sees.
Please let me
help.
She makes eye contact,
and freezes.
Her body says no,
but her eyes
say yes.