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an empty, hollow shell

where a person should be

with ugly, pale skin

and ugly, yellow teeth

like a broken doll, she lies

curled up on the floor

fetal position

limbs neatly tucked in

hair neatly tied up

in an ugly little bun

blue

half-moons

of her fingernails

tucked into

small, bony fists

eyes so closed

afraid of the light

afraid of the longing inside,

the wanting to wake up,

because she knows it's not a dream

no

this is life

this is life

this is all she's ever wanted

this is all she's ever needed

right here in front of her

and it's beautiful

delicate

gold

so beautiful

and

perfect

but she's stupid

and careless

she doesn't know how to touch it

idiot, she doesn't know how to love it

she

doesn't

know

how

to

do

anything

she reaches out

with wide eyes

with gaping mouth

with held breath

with shaking arms

and

she breaks it

she crushes it

she smashes it

to pieces

sharp bits

shards of glass

small, beautiful bits of death

scattered across the floor

blood and dust and shame

and broken hearts

and broken glass

it's shattered

it's broken

it's gone

she closes her eyes

and they stay closed

she can't bear

to look at it

the damage she's done

so ugly, ugly

all she loved

all she cherished

all she thought was lovely and precious

gone

gone because of her

gone

because of her stupid, shaking arms

and her stupid, gaping stare

and her stupid, stupid head

she's a stupid, stupid girl

and she wishes she was dead

but to die she'd have to get up

and she's frozen to the floor

and she's never getting up

and for fear of the light,

her eyes will never open

and I'm happy that they won't

because she's a stupid, stupid girl

and I wish she wasn't me

and I wish that she was dead