Maybe

And she laid her head to rest, or at least on what she always thought was a bed. And she sank. Faster and then slower. Then all at once. She thought it would never end as she wept, screaming but no one responded. A loud whisper in a lonely crowded place. She thought it was empty; she thought she couldn't feel.this way again; she thought she was never given the privilege to love the way fingers were meant to intertwine and fill the empty spaces, to be joined in that melodious harmony where a single heartbeat radiates and pulsates and sends blood rushing, slowly, yet surely through our veins. She couldn't say she was home, although she was warm and sheltered. She did not feel permanent. Faster, she sank. Faster. Faster faster faster.

Pause.

She felt the air leave her lungs. Slowly. Quietly.

Maybe she was never cut out for this, living. "Maybe", she said, "I was never meant to be human".