Existing

She exists from one

moment to the next

 

her brittle heart

beating in captivity.

 

Dusk ushers in

a dangerous quiet

 

where she is

accosted by memories

 

tripping over

images long past.

 

She readies for

the onslaught to come

 

arming herself with

hope that morning will

 

come again.

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