a HINT OF SPRING was entering the room.
through the tiny window
she caught a glimpse
of the early MORNING MOON.
her body was swollen,
her mind blurry,
from all the stuff thrown into her.
a state one can’t imagine getting out of,
no clear thought can be formed.
a place where deep sleep
actually means being
KNOCKED OUT by drugs
infused through your veins.
she hated the LOSS OF CONTROL over her body,
it was generally the only part of her life
she had any control over at all.
+ so she was confronted with her own STUBBORNNESS.