and it seemed as if

the very earth shuddered

at the words,

and the sky trembled,

before free-falling

the air compressed

breathing irregular, staccato

a rushing noise past her ears

her legs crumpled, arms shook

and it was so very, very cold

she wished for time to turn back,

for the world to return to the past...

but no-one would accept it

and she was stuck

in the present nightmare

an overflow of sympathy

oozing from her surroundings

gelatinous, clinging, cloying

dripping down the walls

of her transparent cell

the walls that separate her

entrap her, suffocate her

fill up with viscous emotion

and she flounders, drowning

in the pity of those that 'love' her

they don't know what to say

what to do or what to feel

but she sits, catatonic

because there is nothing

to say, to do; only to hurt