at first she watched the skeletons of rocks so intensely
that no one was shocked when her hopes were dashed upon them
she found she hated every word that slips between partially divided lips
most were lies anyway, cast in the vain search for love
not as if she believed that her truth and desire were around the corner
but it was nice to believe for a while
that hiding an ugly heart would reveal a patient mind

sometimes though, she gets so stuck,
so caught up in the inane mirage of being insane
a spoon of razor sharp edges and two tons of raw charcoal
were crucial to get rid of the feelings she'd no longer need
her funds were sent by way of broken pleas in somewhat dusks and
pale hands with veins so lust swollen that if pressed to a block of clay,
the imprint would surely stay frozen