Moment of Solace
She
Awakens with the sun,
Eyes bleary.
Four hours...
Her mind
lingers on these words as her body
lies in a heap.
Four hours
since her mind had finally shut down,
after the drag of the day.
Four hours
of the precious stasis that kept her heart
protected.
From the harsh light
of their laughter and sneers,
From the boiling over
of stabbing, chiding
pain.
She scours
the room with her eyes.
Bottles
litter the floor.
Groaning, she fumbles
for the phone beside her.
Faster than light
Facebook greats her eyes.
Her thumb
taps
again and
again.
She stops
to read
the message.
A poem.
Her eyes trail over the words,
her heart fumbles in
her chest.
And just
for
one moment,
She smiles.
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