Does the body take a pause? 

Does it realize there may be no point 
In running through that cycle 
When you cannot remember your last meal?

Or that the ringing in your ears
Is actually a perpetual scream

That the night is not the terror
Or that a maxi pad has become an indecent luxury
When your body’s driving force is to survive?

Does it tuck away its dreams for the living away with the ever rising number of the dead?  

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