Fading
Fragile as a flower;
Disappearing by the hour.
She’s fading from reality;
Everything is imaginary.
She lost the thought.
She has been caught
Talking to the air,
They say nothing is there.
Copyright © Skyla Crowley | Year Posted 2018
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