Paralyzed

I could see the words
in her eyes 
long before she wrote them–
long before she read them
on that stage. 

I could feel her pain in the way 
her spine curled into me at night–
long before the melancholy weighed
upon her lips (her cherry smile).  

I knew she was breaking long
before she shattered, but 
all I could do 
was watch. 

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