She said. Yet,
hope lingered. For one
not the nightmare;
she is living.
Affliction increasing with
each memory. Memory,
more complex than the simple data
stored in her brain. The beating of
her heart; the constriction of blood flowing
to the center. Exhaustion creeping in to the muscle.
Tension dilating the eyes. Sight remains narrowed.
Her conviction is rising with each shallow breath.