She stands
back arched, back legs
shaking
from the weight of years
refusing food she
walksabout
front room to kitchen
and there and back again for
sips of water, constantly
looking, searching, constantly
milling about, until
She lurches into
a laying
inelegant, deeply
emphatic
a tiny frame thrown into loud thud
“I don’t wanna need your love” ~ Stronger by Sorry Girls
