she sits, across from me
********* the loose threads
of her genes
they are attatched to the fraying of her mind
this, it girl
who is
falling apart, before us all
an honours student,
stumbling quickly down from grace....
silence, is her cloak...
these day....
and in this desperate,
wanting,
of invisablity.
her distress cries loud enough
for all ....to watch...
tears,
fall and track,
silently down her face,
as we quest for the canker...
reponses,
monosyllabic
and non commital...
issue forth....
defiance...
her weapon of choice....
we can,
but, reiterate,
our duty of care...
and hope....
that when she falls....
it is within earshot
of one who gives a ****
she leaves....
no more intact...
than when she entered.... and hitches,
her ragged psyche
and theadbare jeans
up over
those slim, woman-girl hips.
...as she walks, out of
my office door.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
she sits, across from me
********* the loose threads
of her genes
they are attatched to the fraying of her mind
this, it girl
who is
falling apart, before us all
an honours student,
stumbling quickly down from grace....
silence, is her cloak...
these day....
and in this desperate,
wanting,
of invisablity.
her distress cries loud enough
for all ....to watch...
tears,
fall and track,
silently down her face,
as we quest for the canker...
reponses,
monosyllabic
and non commital...
issue forth....
defiance...
her weapon of choice....
we can,
but, reiterate,
our duty of care...
and hope....
that when she falls....
it is within earshot
of one who gives a ****
she leaves....
no more intact...
than when she entered.... and hitches,
her ragged psyche
and theadbare jeans
up over
those slim, woman-girl hips.
...as she walks, out of
my office door.
it is beyond sad, when a student of great promise...
goes off the tracks...
all we can do... is make ourselves available...for counsel... these are after all young adults.....
in this case...drugs and a bofriend of dubious nature...
have taken this girl on an emotional detour...
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