The pragmatism, the beautiful fuller figure, this unreadable need to reason with tendency – happiness and failure both gathered and grasped
In equal measure
Naturally, if only her pretty adolescence hadn’t have been so very alarmingly disfigured and intensely broken-ended
By the utter dishonesty of intentional turmoil..
A father’s misplaced whispers suddenly transforming themselves into something commonplace and catastrophically hideous
This is her happiness collapsed. Cannot buy time back