She sits
Thoughts bracing for the flood of memories
of her.
Her dreams now just stabs in the gut of ambition.
Where now?
What color?
What planned out thought of defiance?
To create.
To create is where her strength lies.
Words that used to leak out
now a dribble,
with a world so ugly there is not a configuration of letters to form words with meanings grotesque enough.
Dribble
Drip
…leak.
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