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When the lights went out in the subway car, everyone was comfortable again.

There are times when anybody else's body would be better than my own.

Why are the alarms so frightening, can't they be friendlier.

Watching a couple text-fight with only one person in sight.

Is it enough just to have pretty hands? I have left myself with nothing else.

They talk. I sit, Waiting with an end in sight, listening with no aim in mind.

Ellen von Unwerthe

At 23, my fait fell out of sync, my waist grew big, and my eyes started to avoid the look of my body in mirror. My muscles grew short and my temper stretched out, an old rubber band about to break.