Frailty

 

She wiped her tears
Covered her eyes
Embraced the abysmal darkness
She bit her lip, it bled with misery.

Silence. A soft whisper. Silence
Solace. A desperate whimper. Solace.
Her death was imminent
Her death was freedom.

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