A stubborn stride takes her there
Dries her lips and pulls her hair
Skies smell of gasoline
Fading to tar
Asphalt and a broken down car
Rain on her flesh
Running circles around scars
Dirt thick as leather
Her foot is bleeding
She can feel each of your stares
Many things scare her
None she has chosen without care
In the way she moves
She feels a graceless wandering
A stumbling, tripping,
Lost-like confidence as though
She's only going the direction she'll go
Without purpose in one fell swoop
She's back again
She hasn't got a chance
She's yet to fall through
Here she found the rabbit hole
Here she found the ****** end
Then she saw the error of her ways
And he wouldn't let her in
She's got a little secret
If he can find her tell
She's floundering
In seas of green and callous red
Next time he sees her trip or finds her fall
She'll dare him to wait and see if she'll spin
Saying: "You just wait my friend
Here I aimlessly go again"

She always drank tea when she wanted to write about betrayal.
She'd begin by simply holding the glass mug
Four fingers pressed to the warmth on the inside of the handle.

If she began having trouble with the words she'd lift the tips of her fingers and tap her nails along the side
If it got bad she'd take a gulp and pull her hand away long enough to tie back the suddenly bothersome hair in her face.

After a moment the thought would come back and she'd lay the top of her hand along the side
Feeling a slight burn she couldn't feel holding it any other way.

As her mind pulled the words together she'd trace circles with the back of her hand and fingers
Every line or two she'd stop for a gentle sip, savoring the taste the liquid left on her tongue.

As the end of her piece crept near she began, absently
To **** down the amber growing cold under her fingers.

Her fingers found their way through the handle once more
This time without the comforting heat to meet them.

She'd take the last sips with the last words
Let the cage of tea leaves fall to the depths of the mug
Shove the mug up the surface of the desk

And smile.

I haven't had the chance to say
Linoleum makes my feet slippery and sore
Somehow the sock in the hall is mine
I don't know how it got there
But I don't want it back now
There's a bug in my head that won't let me be
It sometimes hisses but I keep it anyway
Have you read 'A Clockwork Orange'?
I'm in love with Alex and always have been
If that makes me psychotic too, I suppose I am
That’s ******* anyway and I know it too
The sun is warm but I know snow will make me lonely
If I could be anywhere I'd be everywhere
I'm not really sorry but I've said it anyway
I'm afraid I wouldn't take you
One day my pants are too short --old
The next they drag and scuttle along --too new
If I could be a vampire I think I would
Why not? Maybe I already am . . .
It’s all ******* anyway
I shiver when it rains
And late at night when I can feel everyone
I always feel for everyone --even if its pain
My nail got ragged yesterday so I chopped it off
Now the other has a mysterious ****
I wonder how it happens that I'm always odds and ends
No I don't think I gave myself the chance to say
Have you read the Bible, you God-fearing ****?
I think there's a section or two of Proverbs you missed
Hello I'm somebody too!
Hello again and how I've missed you
Is there hate past Heaven’s gate?
Perhaps it is best that I remember to choose my words wisely
Even if it’s all ******* anyway
My wrists always ache after I make something new
Happy day and future arthritis on behalf of beautiful creations!
I think Alex was beautiful and I nearly cried when he grew up
If not for now I'd cry for me too if I had to do the same
Crazy *****, believe me you haven't got a clue
I know I'd rather be insane than ever stop running away
Have you seen the stars from another part of town?
Before I die I swear I'll see them hang upside-down
I don't know why I'm afraid to claim the lone black sock from the hall
I'm miles from home and I'm not all that tense
As if that’s not always a fat old lie
Maybe I'm just slightly bored
There it is, all I have to say for now
*It’s all ******* anyway