shifting into character, the girl with the seamless dress unraveled with the careless grace of a finger
it makes her useless, hysterical, and packed with crackling, incendiary bones
her ruthless attempts to master mindfulness leave her upturned and unappealing to the relative universe
She'd beat herself sane, she'd beat herself until she surfaced and sprung into the real
concluding nothing mattered, decidedly refusing concurrence with herself in a wordless, eloquent manner,
throwing herself against the brick walls of alleyways in the least convenient ways.
living within a lost continent, with no remnants of population, with no credible trace of anything
ascending with no dire need, direction, or maps,
with a pendulum heartbeat that disobeys,
the remaining booze in her body surfaces through the pores that begin to fester relentlessly from the stench
she knew at this point that her wings never grew
she was visualizing in illusory instinct, she was perpetually swaying from one end of the alley to the other, eating molded, curdled milk, doused with her own vomit, and scrounging for the minimal time she had remaining to memorize the lines she was supposed to learn.
desperation at full capacity
desperation rang through tree-tops, within church bells, and never with such high stakes,
the idea in the beginning was a means to an end
and end was a medium of which energy could resurface
the kinetics froze,
a bag of flesh usurped by tyrannical insects, lying in the alleyway.
it makes her useless, hysterical, and packed with crackling, incendiary bones
her ruthless attempts to master mindfulness leave her upturned and unappealing to the relative universe
She'd beat herself sane, she'd beat herself until she surfaced and sprung into the real
concluding nothing mattered, decidedly refusing concurrence with herself in a wordless, eloquent manner,
throwing herself against the brick walls of alleyways in the least convenient ways.
living within a lost continent, with no remnants of population, with no credible trace of anything
ascending with no dire need, direction, or maps,
with a pendulum heartbeat that disobeys,
the remaining booze in her body surfaces through the pores that begin to fester relentlessly from the stench
she knew at this point that her wings never grew
she was visualizing in illusory instinct, she was perpetually swaying from one end of the alley to the other, eating molded, curdled milk, doused with her own vomit, and scrounging for the minimal time she had remaining to memorize the lines she was supposed to learn.
desperation at full capacity
desperation rang through tree-tops, within church bells, and never with such high stakes,
the idea in the beginning was a means to an end
and end was a medium of which energy could resurface
the kinetics froze,
a bag of flesh usurped by tyrannical insects, lying in the alleyway.
