her eyes dart back and forth as the walls steadily close in on her the floor becomes lava the ceiling lowers and all she can do is smile

some days are a struggle while others are for giving in to the inevitable giving up on the struggles of fighting another day

she doesn’t care because she sees the lack of purpose in pulling the reins on the snarling dogs of fate that have a nose full of blood

so why fight when concession is just as easy to live and play another day when the rules are mercurial and out of focus

she bites her lip and let’s the world do what it will with a quiet dismay that beguiles in it’s simple efficient rolling over and showing belly

tomorrow will be another chance and the ice in her eyes is already reforming with a snap freeze as it all collapses around her yet again


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