by Lindsay Horvath

Created on: April 08, 2009

I watch her.

Growing smaller, looking diabolical

Frightening people with her vanishing abilities.

I watch them, feel their pain

Promise I'll be everything she cannot...

I know she stares at me through broken glass

Watches my weakness and breathes deep

I know she dreams of feasts.

But I don't know her pain, only mine

As I carelessly forget the sea of hurt

And just wish, for just one day

I could teeter on this edge of insanity, and

Maybe even fall.

Wondering how she doesn't feel the eyes upon her, always.

And thinking, if but for a moment

They'd turn their heads

And see me

If only I were small.

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