And she cried out most theatrically,
"My spirit is with you and it is carried in the endless lows of your negligence."
What she meant to say was;
I feel as if;
I am the sleep you wipe from your eyes in the morning,
Or,
I am the ripped and stained pants you throw out,
Disregarded.
She carried on,
but to herself,
"oh, How dejection stings!"
Like the tearing of skin but duller.