In Her Fallout

Sealed in affliction

Withdrawn sensibility

Hysteria, she’s the turbulence

Unbalanced and distraught

Left to the ghosts in contrite

Another worm, absent and lament

There’s no plaster left to fasten

Desolation

Residual aspirations

Byproduct of the fallout

Unaffiliated, cutting loose

Wrap my neck in a noose

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: