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Among the battered blades of grass, she laid dying. Gripping tightly, she began to rise . . .     Defiance in her eyes .   .      .

When did you go to sleep? I didn't notice your words drifting into whispers too low for me to hear or your blue irises disappearing beneath your lids. I didn't notice your slowing breathing or your eyes twitching from object to object in a world invisible to me. All I could hear was our pulses beating out a rhythm against each other. All I could see was your fingers and mine, intertwined so I couldn't tell the difference.

"We need to talk to you in private, please!" said the doctor gravely. My friend, who is usually strong, quivered at the remark Obviously she hadn't faced such a situation before, for all that she'd gone through in the last four years couldn't shake her as much as that fateful day, that awkward moment. I'm sure she cursed herself for having offered to escort me to the city, which, even after four years of stay, was unfamiliar to me. She looked at me, probably for support, but realized that I was not the right person to look to, and her concerned expression would do no good to my mental state for I was the victim. One look at me, and she coul

lonely wind deep sea trees dizzy chirps from grave ill-winged angels paralyzed heat waves a black hole summer, you kill me so

the glass reflection grows so blurry the bones, already ashes

a pencil scratching against your wound it thrives under your lies