She's curled up into a ball… 
into the shape of a scream
and on the inside she is lonely and scared
on the outside she gasps for a breath every once in a while
hoping that he will leave soon
her back to him
her back to the world
she doesn't know that this is how she will grow old
forcing everything away by turning her back on the obvious and blatent
forcing a wall
between her and the outside world
a wall 
between her and the voices inside
his hand on the back of her leg she tries unsucessfully not to cringe
she knows any reaction on her part and he will only stay longer
but what do I want to get into this for?
I don't. I don't want to deal with you right now.