She is rotten.
She rots
And rots
And rots.
She doesn’t try to change

Her thoughts are filth.
How she thinks of herself
Others
She is disgusting

She covers it up
With makeup
With music
With lies.

Eventually truth seeps through.
She tries to distance herself-
Hoping it will cover the stench.

Those who are close have seen her truth
They always leave
She is broken.

She helps others with everything she has
Hoping it will purify her
It fills in her missing pieces
Eventually, she is out of holes

So she makes new ones.
She carves herself into shambles

Hatred oozes from her new sculpture.
For herself
For others
For the past
For the present
For the future.

The fear of what she’s done-
Who she’s become
Consumes her
She is corroded.

So she thinks
She lies
And she rots.