The red ants, with innocent, bulging eyes,
Scampering over the fluffy cloud,
Biting away the peace.
A pinch she felt,
But saw nobody around,
Pulling her heartstrings,
Scooping away the whole.
A bluish burn, she sensed,
Pouring through her future,
She stood there, helpless.
Imbalanced. Off-center.
Tried to win over her grimace,
Tried to find Godliness,
Tried to feign ignorance.
The farce, of Destiny won her over.