Her eyes were left a coal black cavern
By the salt corrosion caused
By her lashes' excavation.

There is soot embedded
In the ashen lines of her expression,
Trenches dug there
To defend her face from its reflection.

And in her voice there is a scrawny, wailing note –
Nails dragging down a chalkboard,
Desperately clinging to the white dust remnants
Of everything she once learnt.

It is a disused mine inside her head:
The workers have departed,
Fled to their beds.

And she is left with blackness and dust,
A hallowed, hollowed out cavern,
Caving in on tools now victims to rust.