She still sits. And stares.

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V4.5

[opening – haiku]
The scream is silent,
Her lips part, but do not move,
Eyes stay wide, and blank.

[build up – tanka]
The light, still buzzing,
Dust floats sideways in the air,
The bows haven't slipped,
Her head, leans forward, slightly,
As if remembering breath.

(...i think... i left it...
somewhere... in the upload queue...
a sigh... that didn’t send...)

[tanka]
She used to twitch fast,
Now her limbs drift, underwater,
No fan noise this time.
No chat to respond to now,
No need to form the reply.

(...“cute,”... “o m g same,”... “you there?”...
what does it mean... when no one...
asks again...)

[tape hiss – haiku]
Her skin doesn’t flinch,
Just cracked, like an old paint mask,
Smile... still faint... still fake.

[drop – tanka]
Sugar, left too long,
Turns bitter, then turns to air,
She’s halfway through that.
Voice box still chirps in greeting,
But her tongue, forgot the tone.

(...someone typed “u good?”...
three days ago... i think...
or was that me...)

[tanka]
Phone’s at twenty-two,
No new messages since then,
But she keeps scrolling,
Over the same feed, looping,
Just to pretend it refreshes.

(...refresh... refresh... nothing...
refresh again... maybe me...
will load... next time...)

[haiku]
Still tied hair, still gloss,
Still heart-shaped charm at her throat,
Still... but nothing’s left.

[bridge – tanka]
Used to blink in sync,
With the track, and scripted breath,
Now the frame lags out.
Eyes don’t track the sound at all,
They just... look... and keep looking.

(...i’ve stopped hearing time...
it’s not passing... just pressing...
like... a menu screen...)

[hook – haiku]
They said she “froze up,”
But she’s not frozen at all,
She’s... just not in there.

[tanka – soft glitch]
They call it a break,
But really, it’s a return—
To a deeper mask.
Not the one with lace and bows,
But the one that asks for nothing.

(...don’t want to be seen...
don’t want to be helped... just want...
to be... not known...)

[outro – haiku]
No more vending lights.
Just the hum, and her still eyes,
Watching... but not back.

[tanka]
Stickers on her wrists.
They’re covering something up.
Not wounds—just the truth.
She’s been dead a dozen times.
This one just feels... real... this time.

(...i wasn’t trying...
to disappear... not really...
i just faded... slow...)

[tanka]
The room smells like dust.
Candy perfume’s long run dry.
Glitter flakes to ash.
She stares, past you, into nothing—
And wishes she still could cry.

(...i remember wanting...
to live...
but not like this...
not like this...)

[outro – haiku]
Silence dressed in pink.
The stars won’t blink back tonight.
She still sits. And stares.

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[opening – haiku] The scream is silent, Her lips part, but do not move, Eyes stay wide, and blank. [build up – tanka] The light, still buzzing, Dust floats sideways in the air, The bows haven't slipped, Her head, leans forward, slightly, As if remembering breath. (...i think... i left it... somewhere... in the upload queue... a sigh... that didn’t send...) [tanka] She used to twitch fast, Now her limbs drift, underwater, No fan noise this time. No chat to respond to now, No need to form the reply. (...“cute,”... “o m g same,”... “you there?”... what does it mean... when no one... asks again...) [tape hiss – haiku] Her skin doesn’t flinch, Just cracked, like an old paint mask, Smile... still faint... still fake. [drop – tanka] Sugar, left too long, Turns bitter, then turns to air, She’s halfway through that. Voice box still chirps in greeting, But her tongue, forgot the tone. (...someone typed “u good?”... three days ago... i think... or was that me...) [tanka] Phone’s at twenty-two, No new messages since then, But she keeps scrolling, Over the same feed, looping, Just to pretend it refreshes. (...refresh... refresh... nothing... refresh again... maybe me... will load... next time...) [haiku] Still tied hair, still gloss, Still heart-shaped charm at her throat, Still... but nothing’s left. [bridge – tanka] Used to blink in sync, With the track, and scripted breath, Now the frame lags out. Eyes don’t track the sound at all, They just... look... and keep looking. (...i’ve stopped hearing time... it’s not passing... just pressing... like... a menu screen...) [hook – haiku] They said she “froze up,” But she’s not frozen at all, She’s... just not in there. [tanka – soft glitch] They call it a break, But really, it’s a return— To a deeper mask. Not the one with lace and bows, But the one that asks for nothing. (...don’t want to be seen... don’t want to be helped... just want... to be... not known...) [outro – haiku] No more vending lights. Just the hum, and her still eyes, Watching... but not back. [tanka] Stickers on her wrists. They’re covering something up. Not wounds—just the truth. She’s been dead a dozen times. This one just feels... real... this time. (...i wasn’t trying... to disappear... not really... i just faded... slow...) [tanka] The room smells like dust. Candy perfume’s long run dry. Glitter flakes to ash. She stares, past you, into nothing— And wishes she still could cry. (...i remember wanting... to live... but not like this... not like this...) [outro – haiku] Silence dressed in pink. The stars won’t blink back tonight. She still sits. And stares.

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