A natural disaster
occurred one year
ago, to a well human
being when she sat
at her favorite spot.
The day hugged her
with chills, the sun
poured vile gold rays
onto her body, and two
people coughed as they
walked in front of her.
Since the natural disaster
a tiredness nibbles at her
muscles and clouds her
already grey matter.
Headaches assault her
and rob her of the only
currency that exists, time.
She puts an SOS on
Facebook every day,
but so far, she figures,
since she refuses to
post a picture, no one
sees. What the hell,
she’s starting to sink
into the carpet like
quick sand. Good-
bye sweet breath.
Good-bye.
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