The Poor Girl

She can’t sleep without a bed, she can’t eat when there’s no food on the table, and she can’t love when there’s no one to love, so she counts herself has having nothing.

She makes a home out of a tree because it’s the only thing that has a door in it, and it’s easier to make her world small when she has nothing. There’s a hole in her mind that she wouldn’t mind crawling into and never coming out, but she knows the prison of her mind is more dangerous than one she finds in reality, so she hangs on to the edge, and keeps the door half-closed and her eyes half-open.

In her mind’s eye, she can be anywhere she wants to be, and so she doesn’t run away.

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