She stitched these lines within her seam
As though they were the only truth to beam
Like poetry in the hands of the blind dream
She embraced the words in a soft spoken scream
Cursing the girl she ***** with her scheme
And like a drought she soaked up the stream
Of a girl who had nothing left to redeem 
Now I swim in the air where I no longer gleam
Choking on the dust she carries in esteem