Broken

The light was dim now..She just lay there huddled close to herself in the dark corner. Soon the sun will have gone down and then ...there'll be only pitch black all around. She just lies there still and curled up into a ball.
She was dead long time ago. Seventh grade. Just stopped speaking. Ten years later, you could see her, but she didn't exist anymore. It was only dead meat on her. A long waking sleep was what she was into. A coma with a little awareness? There was no purpose, no need, no necessity that she should remain alive...no hope. No smile. no words. There is no fire burning.

She'd had nightmares...terrible ones. Then there were dreams too. But now, there is nothing. Just darkness. No dream comes to her when she sleeps. When her eyes are open, she finds tears rolling down. They just keep rolling unstoppable...without reason.
Is there fear?Is there any cowardliness?Are there apprehensions?...Yes.
A mindless robot. A porcelain doll with trillions of cracks all over. A crystalware shattered to the tiniest pieces. She's just broken, that's all.