Her orbs are filled up to brim with sadness

Her body is laced with the scent of shame and guilt

Her nimble tobacco stained fingers trace the white ripples flowing down her stretched skin

Her childhood- a cluster of lullabies she doesn't remember

Her life- a cluster of hazy memories she cannot separate

Her heartbeat- the only dull reminder of her insipid existence

Like a castle of cards she stands- Beautiful only because it dares to exist

Like a castle of cards she awaits her inevitable death

Like a castle of cards she climaxes from the adrenaline of being so close to death

And shatters.

Like yesterday's dream she's already forgotten

Like yesterday's song she only remains in the corners of some insignificant being's mind

And like yesterday itself, she never comes again.