The ache brought back a world she left behind.
To fix the pains, she faced the MRI
Adrift amidst an old Tabby's shamed mind,
She spurned to face the world nought but a sigh
Friends old, friends new, betrayèd, she grew lean
And so follow we to her quest to grow
Not as she was, but a fresh dawn: thirteen
Onward, ever onward, Tabitha's show
Numbers' strong prose does ease with joy the pain
So sure be the passion, I must read on
Though characters are strong, the flaws yet stain
Odd breaks of scene, lost plot, and more may spawn
So yes, I say, read this fierce bold diction!
Dare I compare: Bruce Wayne in this fiction?