Hollow is her

crooked smile

born from

a child of

broken tears,


nothing was ever

going to

be right or

wrong in her

Deja Vue

point of view.


suffering through

the same

delusions that

black is white

white is black.


she is  just

a raggedy ann doll

thrown away

over and over again.


by lovers

and bruisers

and people

who drank

her spirit

dry,


and then

left her

for dead

by the

side of

life"s long

and winding

road.


one moment

it might

be divorce

she hides

behind

and next

the death

of a fantasy,

or a chicken

bone

stuck

deep in her

throat.


but the
outcome is

always the same.


she is damaged goods

and the worst thing she

could ever do is look

in the mirror for ten minutes.


where she would

have to face herself.

and admit she isn't

alive anymore.

and without

direction


the tumble ****

has tumbled

on.