She is an unknown
and she knows,
It's just how she lives life
getting by,
no-one sees beyond glass eyes
and saccharine smiles

I am a gorge full of words
and words spill,
like gallons of oil
filling vast areas
till she drowns in the hysteria
of this week's epiphany

She can't remain silent
and silence breaks
those beautiful glass eyes shatter
into tears...
And
we just
die.