she speaks as if the ship has already swallowed its last breath.
she sighs, swears she is broken; maybe just her confidence?
her heart knows there exists a brighter room with an open window,
as she dreams of change and places only known to her by name.
but she is too afraid, afraid to wander out of the womb,
like a victim, though she tries to convince herself she is not.
she continues to reduce herself day after day
hiding in the silence of secrets unspoken;
finding safety in the familiarity; sanity in the self-destruction.
such a saddening sight to see the beautiful disaster
she grew into being.
she brushes her hair with the violence of a madman;
tearing away the tangles, tugging at the roots.
she smiles feistily...
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