I saw a walking cemetery. She was a sight to behold. Her steps were littered with dread, Her presence sensed before she was seen. There was just an aura about her that sent chills down your spine. Her smile- a radiant grimace, graciously danced on her lips, And her lips were cracked with unending efforts to expose the turmoil within. She was dead inside. Her insides had become a burial ground for her dreams. Her hopes were cremated, and the ashes strewn across her abd