madetoughinsteadofbrave

When she was thirteen she stopped doing her homework.

When she was fourteen she stopped going to class.

When she was fifteen she stopped talking and when she was sixteen she went somewhere no one had seen before, and so, she ceased to be seen.

She sat in front of a flower bud,

Closed and new.

She watched the bud grew from green to pink,

Watched the petals fall out of place

Curl down to the stem

The pollen fading and soon the colors too

Fading.

She did not stop watching the wilting.

She did not look away when it turned yellow and brown,

Or when the petals were so weak the wind swept them away,

So weak a wind wasn’t even needed.

Falling from their own weight, she watched it all.

And when the flower had died, she stopped moving.

She stopped eating, she stopped crying, she stopped blinking,

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