thin rake body, grey and scrunched under a table- dark wood, wood that's scratched that's leaving blisters in her back- she's been clawing at her eyes little cuts over little lids. metal frames slabs of not-silver STEEL that dull heavy thud of a material. a new Her, one long arm breaking at every crease and opportunity through each bar swinging this way and that, a leg twists over and through and she'd scream if it didn't feel so right. there's no face there's no body only limbs that curve and crawl THROUGH anyway they can. the breaks seem easy. there are three. the hardest is breathing. the only light is skin and bones (their's/her's/mine). imagine a black out imagine a BANG a THUD a HUGE EMPTY SPACE. and three girls now standing. in this vast. more terrified than ever.
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my little mind is fascinating in sleep :)
