she single-handedly manufactured
her own hell
& she'd be ******* astounded
if she ever made it
out

though she could always
keep the instant
replay

mausoleum steps in
mid-evening
city lights cast upon the
blanket of blackened
trees

sips of warm heavy
wine
& cigarettes lit fifty
times
as the wind sang so
recklessly over the cemetery
hillside
but they sang too
& for a brief moment the
whole wide angry
*******
world



had vanished



speak of past lives
superpowers
& trains she wishes she
could hop


her thoughts spin so
wickedly
& she wants nothing more
than to
stop