Breathe it; Smell it; The pain of living. The flesh being the most disgusting thing one can ever experience, truly. Every breath makes way for the next moment of torment, the next moment of suffrage, the next moment of pain.
She struggles as she inhales. What she thinks will be air is in fact the pain she has grown to accept as "her" way of life. The wonder of why has long since left her consciousness and turned into acceptance. She is exhausted from the pain of it all, from the pain of living.
She looks in the mirror and sees the disease which has engulfed her entire being. Nothing seems to be working for her and what would is out of her reach. Being human has it's price as she has well learned throughout the course of her life.
Suffocating everything she once was, everything she is, and taking away what would have been. This reality has not discriminated against her. She is crippled in her emotions. “One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.” ― John Lennon The sincerest of truths.
Sleep is not even an escape. What will she do? How much further can she go? When will her karma be paid in full?