To bounce
Downward and on a spiral – spinning and ceaseless

Suddenly otherworldly suggests a way forward, catered and carried by creative white lies

Hold your head

She sees
A failed existence and minds it back to life
By these wishful-thinking instances – such a strange and heavenly hellish creature

This girl is a genius, knows it when she feels it
Pearl diamanté design and her words are her weapons
Standstill, fallen by a drunken windowsill, concentration, condensation glimmers to spill and to speak
With paralysing eyes, oh my, my oh my

Like cauldron-ed wildfire disguised corrupt aside guided nonchalantly by – cutthroat divide
He catches his breath then finds hers