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     The Thickening

     

    She first noticed the thickening of her skin when
    her small evening dress was not quite, didn't quite,
    let her breathe. And her tight pants, which he said
    were breathtaking, just wouldn't, quite hold.

    She bought larger clothes to adorn her skin.
    They disguised the thickening, and he didn't notice.
    So that was better. But she knew, and that,
    for her, was something sickening.

    She lived within those extra sheets for a while
    and her breathing became slower and easier
    and soon, so soon, she felt one fresh release
    with a slow exhale towards life.

    So she lived for a sentence like this.
    With him following and not looking
    and when the pain hit and the new hunger struck,
    she left.

    Life is comfortable and warm now.
    But the thickening is spreading fast again,
    too quickly for her mind to comprehend.
    It is outside but she suspects inside also
    and the reason, this time, is meaningless.