Her demeanour says so very much, albeit she’s been pummelled to be … A littler, far lesser version of her

This empty ashtray cigarette holds a prisoner deeply within, and we cannot fathom a way out from inner/under/asunder beneath

Her feet quiver and tremble, whilst passersby smile atop these frozen exterior eyes

Yes, indeed, the whole of this snide-eyed world is perched and placed interruptingly, goddamn heavily upon her fretful shoulders, a behemoth boulder

Rather than sitting ever so pretty … And she sees it all, every next bit