She stands as if she believes the floor could run away from her feet,
worrying the split-ends of her hair between her fingers.
Her hand brushes the white cords that dangle from her ears.

She sighs,
a blue glow lighting up the rings under her eyes.
Her eyes squeezed shut,
she mouths along to sounds no one else can hear.

She plays music,
all day, all the time.
Hoping that if the songs are loud enough,
she'll forget where she stands.

A girl and a phone,
eyes closed and all alone.
She rocks back and forth in the darkness,
pretending the music means there's something more than this.

All alone,
she lives and dies in the cold of the abyss.