the lines are slashed - jagged
across worn surfaces, resembling a
half played tic-tac-toe game; you can just tell that
someone's been here before.

Xs and Os run around in her head
they're engraved on her, how could she
not have noticed that everything she'd believed in was
just but a game.

ordinarily it would have looked good
on paper but now she's not too sure -
on her heart it just seemed plain
raw and angsty.