She is so lonely
Sitting over there,
In the corner by herself.

Stifling sentences from
Mind to pen to paper,
Blundering from word to word.

Words like flaming oranges
That singed her mouth,
As they fell out at all the wrong time.

Her life was slipping,
Her past flowing like a
River from her eyes.

Letters fill her lungs
As she fight to breathe to live,
Still choking on words.