Jan Dokter; woman in fetal position; 2008 ?
She’d laid on the floor, in fetal position, for hours now. Her muscles kinesthetic from the frequent sobs that ripped through her body and mind.
Always famished – those longed for luxuries of love, being desired, having friends. Settling for the stale scraps of these jettisoned by others.
Once, temerity allowed her to open her sadness suitcase, to see what else it could hold.
At that junction, she then knew, her strangeness, her underservedness would keep that suitcase full of tears.
Full until the hinges broke, and lying open, spilled out all the pain. In the fetal position, forever more.
Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Wordle # 99