she stuffed her body
to crush your traces
*
she had nowhere to go
so she put herself to rest
inside of her own body
*
in order to smile and accommodate
she was violent inside
*
she looked out of the window
and wished that nobody would find her there
*
she turned towards the world
to leave her own body behind
*
she became a spectator
blind to her insides
*
she abandoned her body
not even love could bring it back to her
*
she internalised it
when you told her that she was powerless
*
I never saw the depression on her face
but it was there
the whole face
not in a detail
what she had become
*
and slowly
her voice
was not a singing voice anymore
*
she let it happen
*
she left us in a white dress
*
death in her head
life couldn’t bring her back
Croque-Melpomene 