Just out of her lapse of scream,
She settles in the cold liquid sprawl,
Head cocked in a curious angle,
She stares from her huge eyeballs,
Nested in their deep sockets.
A flicker of sense disturb the stare,
And glassy the eyes become,
Tears carrying smudged kohl,
Streak down the bony face.
As more sense flood her face,
Eyes flare up in seething glare,
Pressing her knees to her breast,
Till bloodless they became.
She rocks in a frenzied pace,
The liquid pool splashing,
On the cold floor wild patterns it made.
Now, she grips the mouldy wall,
Sprouting weeds like worms.
Pushing her torso into it,
An insect squirming in pain.
Squeamish in her exhilaration,
In an odd convolution she fell.
Tossing in her lunacy,
Till all the fire dimmed.
Rearranged now she is,
In the stony arrangement that she was,
In her vacant and aimless stare...
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