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