given up

laying fetal on the bed
more empty fixture
than human

her serenity
belies her eyes
dead to the world
painted glass
matching the wall
she's facing

i've seen this thing
before
dark and hideous
invisible but obvious
and it grips her
like a demon

i've seen it yes
once before
one week later
i saw
a casket

fighting down
cold dread
that choking
paralyzing
PANIC

she's given up
it seizes my chest

the most beautiful girl
in the world
(inside and out)
no longer wants
to exist

while the world that caused it doesn't deserve to.



** This is a rewrite of a previous work ( http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/11958/ ); I can't decide which style I like better. This version is a new writing style for me so it seems odd to myself, but I thought it may work better for the individual piece. **