She sits in her plastic chair, waiting, thinking
Shivering
Alone, until someone breaks in, covered in glass
Laughing
She puts on her plastic mask, pulls together instantly
Straining

She catches an eye sometimes, squeezes it gingerly
Hoping
Testing for life, but it just rolls away
Staring
And she doesn't think she can try anymore, its not enough,
Aching
So now she sits again, huddling, dripping
Hating