A lethargic frustration
has taken up residence
somewhere between
logic and clarity.
She's a devil;
a tantalizing waif.
Powerless but relentless
in her horrid little mission.
Pulling and clawing
at all that is good;
drawing curtains to
inhibit the light.
Fuck her
and her intrusion.
She has dabbled in
the dark long enough.
Its time.
She was never welcome anyway!