There is something in her body
that longs for compassion.
As a black hole breaks
beneath her chest
causing her to implode with grief
collapsing like a star
there is an innate longing
for the mercy of a soft touch.
A touch that might not negate
instead ease the destruction
that dwells within
the infinite pain
that has become her life.

So as she trembles
on the verge of cracking
like fancy china
of being unable to
hold anything ever again
let someone hold her hand,
let some hug her tightly,
or gently as she needs.
It will not end such sorrow
but it may soften that
jagged rock of pain.