Withered

The girl withers –

As emotion fleeing from her body,

Leaving her not hurt, nor sad,

But numb and hollow.

Even her looks and feels –

Became older.

As if the giant boulder,

Presses her so much that it forces her to age faster than her body.

Her decayed looks, her empty eyes.

As if she lived fifty years of torment

 

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