Seeping sadness
eating me alive
while I sit here aimlessly
breathing
to the buzzing of the stove.
Wingless appetite
of a girl
who brainlessly bargains
as her soft
little soul
drifts away.
She heartlessly mutters
of love
she doesn’t feel.

All that she feels is steam
puffing past her face
as she slowly
wears
her wrinkles
day after day.