Not an artist, not anything like it, as though ruffled up and ready was her go-to, albeit utterly transfixed with something, just not so sure what anymore…

The authorised life, please…

Distantly impassioned aside humongous in its own advantageous right and still, still fighting with the conflagration to pry herself away, finally

These mounds of made-up, make-believe medication have been robbing a piece – inordinately extrapolating, deducing, commonplace dismantling everything worth its while

Where is that cherubical sophomore smile, needs to know it, and the exact same one which shows its avaricious tongue so soon as no-one’s been watching? When the consummate quarrels, the innumerable altercations in the nestle and the nuzzle of the wash over nighttime proceed and terrifically decide

To naturally nullify as if by scholastic magic all of the misleading instances given to her by the regularised call of balanced disorder and deadlocked discomfort, the utter apprehension that has destructively brought her back and rather hauntingly towards

The primitive nature of the day-to-day torpid ambivalence driven through the farthest reaches of her pristine being – left to be an angel in the earliness of the a.m. only a devil when the earth kicks back like no-one’s been watching…

*A cuckoo in the nest – Someone in a group who is seen as different and ostracized by their peers.