I thought I was dying until I looked her in the eyes. No fight, no light. The disease has won taken her soul and let it out the window like a bird. Penguins are birds too but they can't fly and she is a penguin without a floc to follow. Society left her on the ground like an antique skin-carpet with stripes like a tiger. Her eyes are rolled in mud and dirt from staring too hard at the ground avoiding eye-contact or just any contact at all. She has not been let out of her cage to be free but left to drown in a shady sea of sharks.