she twirls the pen in her fingers
occasionally nibbling at the end
old habits die hard
new habits form easily however

she rubs her eyes
never receiving adequate sleep at night
the snooze button has seen better days
always late to work
hell
always late to life
some day it will catch up
maybe that day is the present

she nibbles on her nails
ok ok ok
she gnaws them off obsessively
if she were able, it is clear she would not have fingers above her first knuckle
a habit she has had longer than she can remember
a habit she has had longer than she has been able to walk (thanks mom)

she taps her foot on the floor
if only she were graceful enough to have rhythm and harmony
it probably would not sound like death knocking at your door

she lets her nerves get the best of her
she allows stress to run her life
she plays the games they told her to play
she even wins at many of them
she looks good on paper
she looks even better nekkid
she is sad
she is mad
she is happy

she is lost.