FrozenLauraCLC

She has wrists like birds' claws, too thin to lift her red bracelets. I think of snapping twigs.Like a swan searching for serenity lost, she perches on chair arms and davenports.Wings clipped, tail-feathers pulled, she smiles as if the expression can banish fears and uncontrolled realities.Her lips are as dry as scattered leaves; her eyes are tremulous, watchful, speaking things quietly wild.Once, she was strong.Now, she cannot hear me say, "I love you—you're beautiful—don't do this."It will not be tomorrow, but soon my words will mean no more than wavering spikes of rosemary grown from an old grave.

honey, please understand,i do not love holding you up like a sinking ship--your hipbones are jutting above seas of skin again, icebergs tearing both you and me aparthave you drank water today?because i worrythere is no fluidity in the way you move anymoreyou are all angles, angelyour body creaks and moans like an old, worn out machineand i don't have your schematics i know you've taken a tape measureof every inch of yourself but i cannot measure your mind to figure out how to fix youeven though your spine has more ridges than the rocky mountains,you know you cannot move themyou cannot pick up textbooksyour stockpot full of wateryourselfple...