She Copes in Silence  

(burnt marshmallows sticky stained) 

Incarcerated solitary, 

Decorated in the silence, faceless. 

Reaching out & coming back empty, 

Dying alone to feel alive 

But like a wave reaching the shore 

With nowhere remaining to go, 

It will succumb to an end destined 

And like a prisoner sentenced to death row,  

Being served makeshift school lunch like meals  

Just to sustain a pulse and 

A breath long enough to enrichen 

Their need to intervene and end it. 

Their justification 

Is like the bullshit, 

That crud that forms along...

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