It descended quickly, from nowhere, and then it seemed to be everywhere, encapsulating how she perceived every thought, every word and every movement. They only sat with her because they knew her from before they had class together. They only talked to her because she was sitting next to them. Look, she has her back turned to me. They’re talking without me. They don’t really want me in their conversations. Why do they feel an obligation towards me? They should just sit withou

one and one stuck through skin a bump on bump spine vertebrae and hip bones and a slow death by starvation this is no longer about beauty