shakes and quivers
roll through her
the whole night.
when the morning finally comes
she can hardly stand.
bleary eyed and exhausted
she stumbles to her phone.
"sorry boss but
i really can't
come in today.
i'm feeling way
too sick."
she rasps before
hanging up.
slowly sliding
she sits back on the floor
pressing her cheek to the wall.
deep breaths and closed eyes,
she focuses all of her energy
into gathering herself
back up again.
for a moment she feels peace
but when she opens her eyes
the illusion is shattered
and staring back at her
in the mirror
is the hollow porcelain figure
she tries so hard to avoid.
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
