It is known.
That it's time she get grown.
Weaved all the woes.
From her head.
Down to the toes.

We are done this now.
The collective shifts.
The ebb and flows
The tearing of rifts

Breathe, baby.
Boom right through
Done with wavy.
Finding true to you.

She hurt
More than her share.
Felt burnt.
Clothes torn; left bare.

Rise girl
From ashes and dirt.
The sickening swirl
And deathly flirt.

Died before.
Can never live again.
Washed ashore
More than bargained for, sure.

Body should've worked...
It's no excuse.
Lost in the lurk
And constant misuse

Begging for time
Or something good
Sticking to rhymes
And worrying; brood