warm to cold.
alive to dead.

she felt it--
that little lump in her chest, about to make her cry again
before the last tears had even dried on her cheeks.
her short, heavy breaths
stopped.
and that feverish anger swelling within her a moment ago
just vanished.

in one moment, she felt the change
from ardor


to apathy.

it's easier this way, she thought
but it's wrong.
she whispers at night,
something's wrong..