She is truly
Invisible now,
Like oil slick
On the surface
Of a pond,
The rainbow
Revealed
Only when the water
Is disturbed.
She can almost
See through herself
(passed the bones
And sinews,
Passed that place
People claim
Where the soul
Resides)
She sees through
Herself,
Feeling herself fade
Like an old fashioned
TV movie
In which the hero
Has caused some
Flaw in time,
Risking her very
Existence,
As if she no longer
Has that right,
She is translucent,
Walking in a world
Where other people
Look through her,
Talking to people
Who simply refuse
To hear her cries
For help.
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