The Fragility Beneath Her Hardened Surface

The moments to reveal the truth never seem to materialize

Until the time has passed her by

And the undercurrent pulls viciously,

holding the fragility of her body under the surface.

Weakening minds will fold in face of confrontation

Shipwrecking the course of momentum, spinning the bottle

Like teenaged kids to determine who belongs to whom

She never wins. She just walks away, shamed for playing

Games of chance. Leaves in her wreckage a trail of broken hearts

To search for herself in the reflection upon the wall.

Burning the hand left holding the escape rope

Now afire burning away at both ends.

Sickenin...

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