a lone cynic crawling her way

through the interminable road of ‘life’;

unaided and boiling with dismal hatred;

the sun die to grey

and stars wither to dust

in her poached, corrupted world;

(an alternate universe?)

internally inept in the wild

whilst failing her attempt to establish

an undisturbed and momentous aura;

contradictive to self;

breathing under a slanderous roof;

those who flourish, she despise;

her hatred feeds on envy and impiety of humanity;

‘all that is pitiful’, we sew.