Amaline smells of ***** and rot. Ill-fitting clothes stained from weeks, or months, or years of neglect.
In weeks or months or years, Gangrene claimed four of her pickle green toes. Eight ragged teeth hang lazily from Abscessed gums Leaking sticky pus; Her putrid breath heavy with bacteria and decay.
Last week or month an old rooster pecked her eye. As she slept. A choice morsel for the rat waiting in the dark.
It rained that day Or the next.
No one noticed that morning or night a week or a month or a year ago, when she dragged the broken bottle across her wrists.
Her family stopped caring long ago And so did she.