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.