The tears don’t feel like going out.
She's stuck to the bed.
Numbed frown.
Lips conjealed.
Dancing feet frozen.
She doesn’t feel like life today.
She stops.
She sinks.

******* just to feel.
something.
anything
a ten second high
addictive personality
She rolls up her life, her future, her personality, her intellect and potential into Rizzla every day,
lighter at the ready she burns.