Handled
she felt with care
and sank in emotions
molasses into honey
she trickled slowly into blood

waiting
watching
shadows slowly getting larger
as they descended in a long slow motion
graceful swans of decay
an orchestra serenaded their way
deep into the pit of her soul
vultures nibbled at flesh
slowly blackening every piece

wondering
at the failure in her
the peaceful lax
she left her house
less and less
each day

vibrating
the screen commanded her attentions
a double life
that never existed
sordid communications
invitations left ignored

slowly sinking
the shadows ate her away
the lightbulbs dimmed each day
slowly blinking out
she did nothing
and covered her room in darkness
holed away
safe and secure
no change to report

she once
thrived
on change
living on desperation
and white rice
and fear
filling the holes in the walls
with toothpaste and
love born out of
loss and anarchist ideals
too many years spent
feeling like the caged bird
that sang because music
was the only joy
the only escape
the only way to feel free

still
she felt loss
ignored it with any substance available
still dripping and missing
wanting *** and a lovers touch
a lovers comfort
she felt incomplete

unable to break the barrier to true friendship
few saw past
the exterior
isolated and alone

drank
every last drop
her beauty
she left thrown around
carelessly
she dressed only for herself
and sang
alone