an-- uh, yeah. First ever poem here. As in, I've never written something like this before and have very little idea of what I'm actually doing. So yeah. Reviews are loved, 'specially after I spent an hour fighting with this stupid site's stupid editing. It annoys...

Silent shadows, drifting.
There’s a --hollow-- light in her eyes.
You’d like to f i g u r e h e r o u t

(Not that you’ll find much.)

She’s dead already, so why bother asking?
Try pumping life into her, slowly,

—Mechanically—

Though she’ll only end up breathing it back out, one c h e m i c a l breath at a time.