Story of a Mourner

The gaping hole inside her slowly weeps
Tears refuse to fall as she silently mourns the loss of herself
She is comfortably buried under the darkness of a pile of hollow boxes
She is a loveless creature buried in the familiar darkness, beyond repair
She has experienced a common parasite that drains her of her intellect
Yet she finds herself desperately craving it sometimes
She sees a bright, warm light, too bright for her mournful, loveless eyes
She seems to like the light's presence, not quite a full-grown parasite
It latches on and bites on her flesh, a foreign feeling of lust
She pulls the suction cups of the parasite away in tears
She goes back into the darkness
And stays there
Forever.