She falls
tumbling further into the pitch black abyss
grasping at words of twisted manipulation
disguised as sturdy branches
that could end her perpetual falling
if she would just grab onto them.
She envisions thick, reliable branches
of kind words and attention that
she could firmly hold
and plant her searching roots into.
One that would support
her dreams and
her home and
her love.
She hopes and wishes as
she is grasping at the black air.
But,
until then,
She falls.