Complexion -Katie Barrett

Disengaged

The barely present sun had just set as she walked down a long, desolate road. You could almost hear the faint rattling of bones beneath her fragile skin. Her trembling lips soon forgotten in the wind though it was not long 'til she'd meet the hostile welcoming of the train station where her vacant body stood,nearly invisible to the few who surrounded.

Finally, her limbs allowed her to step onto the train and complete the journey home.

Once in the house where the distant light from the table lamp merely disturbed the room, the petite girl sat directly in the middle on a misplaced sofa.

Moths manifest in her mind, her palms starved of contact and her glazed over eyes' telephone wires cut in half so she can no longer connect the image to the thoughts, the thoughts to the emotions and the emotions to the living, the breathing. Her greying lungs have been deprived for a while. Time is solely a conspiracy to the moths in her ears as days and years merge together to the point where she can't tell if what happened last week actually happened three years ago.... the then again... it probably did. Nothing ever changes, everything stands completely still from the empty bookshelf to the clocks in her veins which stopped working a while back.

There's a theory that digestion is actually extremely painful but the brain blocks it out after a while. In this case her migraine is now nothing but an insignificant ache however her stomach remains in agony.

A/N: Hello, so I really want to write a book but I feel like just straight out writing a story would be extremely boring for me so instead I'm turning it into a long poem because I write a lot of spoken word so why not?!

Thanks for ready. I'm not sure when I'll update but hopefully it won't be too long.