Terminal, 4. She waves him goodbye but there were no aeroplanes plotted for her demise. Stage 4. Was leaving her dry, the life consumed from her hollow eyes. Her blood as thin as the string of lies she had knowingly played along to. 4 weeks turned into 4 days. The strings became thinner and thinner. Much like her corpse but all one could see was a carefully carved piece of rock - 'here lies beloved mum'. And son, you were the cancer that stole all from that structure of bone. Now, that's all there is. Decaying in the cold.
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