She watches with eager distaste
Having worryingly misplaced all of her ghastly surroundings, particularly willing to ‘romantically’ pound all of these handsome men into her sadly tapestried pavement
Her very own harrowing mother’s stranger than fiction nature in the first place
Sullied by utter distaste
When these nylon tights get to drop themselves at a million miles per hour – flavourless and all the while rather agonisingly trying to savour all of these lovelorn things
Bringing desperation right back to the unkempt table all over again
Disastrously sent, unable and parcelled all too problematically
When a pretty pink ribbon can turn out to mean absolutely nothing at all
Her sickening fall from no such grace at all