Detachment Silent thing You're looking thin Your ocean eyes have sunken in Your light has gone Is something wrong? Slumping over the basin

If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields. The#moonwould rise above the wine-dark sea and give babies only to maidens and musicians who had prayed long and hard. Lost girls wouldn't need compasses or maps. They would find gingerbread paths to lead them out of the forest and home again. They would never sleep in silver boxes with white velvet sheets, not until they were wrinkled-paper grandmas and ready for the trip. ― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

"You've lost weight."' I guess my mind weighed a lot.

the blue half moons under your eyes told me you didn't sleep last night

Mama Where is your mother? Where's your mind? All you ever were was kind She said you cried one tear too many Told you that you're dead already She only feels what's in her veins She simply couldn't feel your pain She doesn't care about relation Didn't get your situation Said '"It's all just in your head"' Said '"You might as well be dead"' You hadn't any hope so you took her advise and followed through