the world hated her laugh, it was incredulous. it sounded like a dying radio, waiting for its battery to be replaced.

she drenches her face of tears every night; wishing that things could be better tomorrow,
or the next day,
or the day after that.

she was taut and stood firm, but she trembled from time to time. her words were content, but her eyes speak otherwise.

the world hated her laugh, because no one can hear it anymore.

faint, slowly dispersing.