She's running now

Dropping rhymes from her pockets

Leaving "broken hearts" and "fall aparts" in her wake

Entire lines like bread crumbs to find her way home

The crows won't eat them

It's raining now

Stanzas run down her face

And disappear into the puddles around her feet

"It's my fault's" and "screeching halts" waft through the air

She'll love the smell when it stops