Her once lithe frame, now a shrunken sarcophagus laden with heartbreak, bears witness to the life it once embodied. Discarded soiled panties chronicle an event ciphered in blood-red dots, a Morse-coded epitaph she’ll carry with her to her grave.
She lies awake, restless, beside a somnolent partner, emotionally abandoned, and plagued by a cry for an imagined feed. Haunted by the echo of a long-chosen name, her grandmother’s, she swathes her body in arms as frigid, barren and lifeless as she herself feels. Wiping tears from her eyes, she forces them shut against the anguish and melds into the darkness.
She lies awake, restless, beside a somnolent partner, emotionally abandoned, and plagued by a cry for an imagined feed. Haunted by the echo of a long-chosen name, her grandmother’s, she swathes her body in arms as frigid, barren and lifeless as she herself feels. Wiping tears from her eyes, she forces them shut against the anguish and melds into the darkness.
