She had a soggy day perspective filled with avant garde intuitions
tigers spilled out of the mouths she had trusted and she lit a match
it wasn't the first time a fire had been an accident, but maybe the numbers would lessen in the future
although she doubted it
An ugly posture was upheld and all the innocent glitter had vanished
into a unkempt, seedy vacuum of a character that fed strictly on the demise of the treasured and tragic
A liar has fallen from grace and reached for a needle while throwing dishes as well as caution into the wind & wall
A blushing bride far off, disease ridden whore, more likely
Im always thinking of you Debra.....
even when I don't want to.
