The years had crept up on her
existence and now she was living
in a space of solitude.  The scars
on her skin were stretching into
immense dungeons, her gray eyes
weakening and dividing into
broken derivatives, he r splitting
hair sinking into chilled depictions,
the river of her hands wrinkled
and saddened, a shattering sea
slashed and crashed, falling in
a flame of scarlet shadows.
She was no longer the blossoming
woman she knew before, the one
that everyone looked up to in their
times of need, the one who was
smart and intelligent and could
solve the equations of timeless
inventions, reaching deep into
the depth of its inner tower,
traveling around its complex
creation, unraveling each and
everyone of its hidden hallways.
She was a singing sensation,
an array of bright birds humming
in the sweet landscape, spreading
her love and joy over the horizon,
shouldering every astonishing beauty
around her heart.  She never thought
she’d fall apart, her unfinished flesh
floating in smoky streams, tainted,
trembling, thinning, a slouched star
disappearing in the night, disconnected,
a lost soul damaged and darkened.