Choking on the silence in a crowded room
she peels off the grey sweater in small, calculated movements.

Eyes roam her open back, bouncing on every rib bone, rolling down her visible spine.

She'll hid the best she can.
Behind her hair. In her dress.
Slowly sinking in her chair.

Between the whispers and laughter from all around
her ears strain to hear the one voice she needs.