She was smothered with a lifeless form,

So seemingly willing,

The idea of self-infliction coughed reality in her face.

Doses of a melodious cancer

Writhing like timid veins

Like the yellow waters of a sedimented creek,

Pulsed through each heaping artery.

What one man tastes can another?

What one woman sees can another?

Can a mirror be called once when no one of them reflects the same?

Puffed like clouds was her face.

What shame can tempt thee into ego?

What sand can tempt itself to pebbles?

What brackish puss oozes through such cracks to mend a heart that is broken?