She is oblivious to even the slender, trivial echo of everything serene and sultry. In the mouth of hunger it's all desiccated, stale and homely. Delusional winds are stinking of everything she has already inhaled, bogus cold shivers are proliferating into goosebumps and her sanity is staggering on the brink of its hundredth collapse. The untangled past angst and quietened / stifled trauma is what her breaths have been reeking of and her poems are high on. Her indecisive inner voice and intrusive thoughts are severely drunk on potions and they think, her mouth bleeds all that venom and her hands are poisoned, unfurling the head damages and decrepit stitches at the bare touch and gaze. Her ghastly but desparate and wrecked aura anyway enchants the frigid icy but flimsy, loathed organs especially the one beneath her chest. She is done getting told to muster up/ take the plunge/ breathe deeper but no one underscores the betrayals, shoots away the heartbreak bullets, slashes out the sword of love shaped as defilement in the air. She is an imperative yet derelict excerpt of an unfinished lady, walking down the imperial staircase just to run into an unexecuted-nerve racking self at the other end. Her foot marks seem to be of a forsaken foot shielding enduring a self-stranded soul, a dysphoric dimension, h̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶o̶d̶y̶, that imbricates itself over the dejected layout where the extra edges are close enough to every branch of death paving its way through life in search of a monster in her wildness that's asleep for a few sad nights and some low spirited hours, the uncanny scraps falling off the cut out, fearing every far off, yet to ensue, yet to be true, a̶n̶x̶i̶e̶t̶y̶.̶
Her lungs echo every ounce of the soaked-suppressed-sad familiarity and suppression is sharp-spired-tipped, suppression is dissecting, suppression escorts her lungs. Her lungs are dissected and all they now want are cigarettes and breathlessness so they can smoke out everything she has violently gasped and choke on everything she has wildly loved, so they can decay to death.