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

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