4 Four words that I cannot comprehend. They swirl in and out of the cracks in my brain dancing around trying to land on a tangible thought. But they are lost. Wondering. The street lights are out and the darkness has taken over. The moonlight isn't even glistening tonight. It's solid black. So they search faster scanning for their place. But it's not going to be found. Thoughts plunged deep into oblivion filled with lies that have suddenly become truth because the switch has flipped and she is gone.
Gone Like the weight that needs to be shed. She looses herself in the number over and over again. It rises and falls like the heaving breaths she takes when she finishes making her mess. Sobbing imperfection "Beauty is pain" Stop thinking about it you're not hungry again.