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arms stretched upwards
wondering if there's anything there to pull her from the desolate landscape.
there is nothing around, only the burning of the sand beneath her feet and the piercing silence of colorless sky.
worse than any kind of suffering inflicted upon her flesh,
more torturous than the ensuing chaos suffocating and gripping each corner of her insides
is the stillness and aloneness she feels in her current state.
and how cruel, how wicked are the pitiless phantoms that sweep over her and bring sparing tidings of joy and deceive her to curl her frozen stone lips into what resembles a smile.
only to leave her each time cracked, broken on the cold ground, bruised, torn, scratched.
and amongst the shattered pieces of what was once a girl,
is nothing more than the deafening silence that is and will be forevermore.