Millstone

She can shoulder her own weight. She can take them all on, and she does. She believes in the nothing that envelops her when she sleeps. She can't remember anything before this grey could. Her bones are crumbling beneath the burden she doesn't realize she builds each and every day from her own grief and denial. Her flesh is evaporating away with her tears. Her spirit has flown, but it wants to come home. What can be done? Only time will tell.