i do not understand
why she does this to herself.

she knows it is only going
to hurt. and yet she

continues. goes back. starts
all over. sometimes i think she

is about to snap out of it - escape -
but then she slumps, slow, against the

wall she has covered with photographs
and her eyes glaze over and i know

she has forgotten again, the primitive urge
to be alive

oh, to be alive