Porcelain

Whispers travelled the corridors anxiety filled the air, and there in the corner she lay as fine as a porcelain with skin as cold as ice. Nobody dared to approach but anyone could see, the pills that lay nestled within the palm of her hand. And in the midst of all the tension the silence seemed to overwhelm, those who looked on wanted to run they wanted to forget because there in the corner she lay as fine as a porcelain, with a smile as serene as the clouds.