W

Focused in on the roots.
Her hair tangled through thin piece of shine.
Reflects the now.
and her toes are warm as they touch the frozen floor.
Deep and worn from her face to her waist.
Thick suede jacket proves that winter has taken ground.
Deep and torn from her beats to the door,
You and I,
A solid outline.

Reform.

Focused in on the sounds.
Start of a fresh new season.
The leaps and bounds from before.
Her eyes are dim and droopy now.
Deep and sewn shut.
Quietly, let the snow hit the window.
Steep and shows gut.
Quietly, let the snow hit the skylight.

You and I,
A solid outline.
Deep and torn,
from her beats to the door.
You and I,
A Solid Outline.

Double You,
Mirror Girl,
You've lost your sense of touch.

Double You,
Mirror Girl,
You've lost your sense of humor.

Double You,
Mirror Girl,
You've lost your sense of
Everything.









(Now I get the feeling I drove you crazy, hoping you'd remain my safety. And didn't give a damn about what you were thinking and now I'm in the basement, ash lungs, filled with rabies.)