She slinks along the shadows,
steady pitter patter of confidence exploding
around broken, numb ears. Threadbare fingers
torn down mists of ages, proudly scarred
with bone on display - marks of reckless rebellion.
Heavy air drawn through flared nostrils,
laying weight down on piteous lungs as the focus shifts.
Ink pouring from her eyes, blacker than night
as each rainbow colour is swallowed whole.
Pointed teeth bitten through full lips in anticipation of the
never,
time crashing second, by second, in glorious nuclear blasts.
Toxic minutes bursting through stoic walls,
colliding with delicate hours to drown dreams, frothing into something
.... new.