Her lips taste
Sour
The skin above her right rib
Bruised
The blackness of her roots grow
White
And she seems
Expired.
“Not really”
She says.
“I’m just
Tired.
Of these overdrawn carriages and falseness
The constant force of societal bliss.
Ha.
Is this is what I have missed?”
She says
As
Her body is left to
Spoil.