Wednesday, February 8

She falls

Three times while composing herself, she shrinks suddenly, fetally to the floor from her chair, rocking as though holding a sick child, grasping as if release would be to shatter into thousands of unrepairable pieces.
I stand here watching her, feeling only....... pity.
This strong, brazen, brash, independent, arrogant woman is pitiful.
I half think she deserves it.
She risked and lost, thinking it all in fun, thinking she was wiser, in control.
Now, she is just another common addict. How quickly they fall.
No matter, it appears. She is so very broken, she doesn’t even care what I think.