she sits, across from me ******* the loose threads of her genes
they are attatched to the fraying of her mind this, it girl who is falling apart, before us all an honours student, stumbling quickly down from grace....
silence, is her cloak... these day.... and in this desperate, wanting, of invisablity. her distress cries loud enough for all ....to watch...
tears, fall and track, silently down her face, as we quest for the canker...
reponses, monosyllabic and non commital... issue forth.... defiance... her weapon of choice....
we can, but, reiterate, our duty of care... and hope.... that when she falls.... it is within earshot of one who gives a ****....
she leaves.... no more intact... than when she entered.... and hitches, her ragged psyche and theadbare jeans up over those slim, woman-girl hips. ...as she walks, out of my office door.
it is beyond sad, when a student of great promise... goes off the tracks... all we can do... is make ourselves available...for counsel... these are after all young adults..... in this case...drugs and a bofriend of dubious nature... have taken this ******* an emotional detour...