Chat with unalive

She sat, in her bed, with a spoon, full of healing soup in her mouth. But it never healed, what she felt. Just left out by her own family, what for? a moment to enjoy the healing together! Staring at her squishy an' cushionie cat, (Filled with softness and openness of cotton, not with deathly blood and emotions). She asked , "let's chat till 3 am....." Just as then, a tear rolled down her cheek, kissing her lips. Tugging the cat closer, overly weighted blanket held her in the embrace And pillow wiped her tears. -dishu_uhhh