Listless & breathing.
She swept me away with my lungs still pumping,
with a breath still seething!

'Empty you are child!',
Leaving the room then, to keep me thinking.
No anchor necessary for she will do all my sinking.

Fingers like flakes of snow
Falling, Swirling, my only foe this she was!
Covering my mess ( that was worth the fall)..
Blankets of white pages & pages (for to hell with it all).

There was once a woman whose name was Doll
Who lived hidden in mountains because her stature was extremely small.
No one had heard her tiny voice
So she cried & cried with no other choice.
One lonely night she stole away with all her treasures
but in the morning the town found her dead
& shot her through the head just for good measures.