She holds her racy face and delves to an anointed point
Of brutally self-imposed upheaval, the all-or-nothing fickle most steal all of Her away…
At will, still concentrated
Just
Not
So
Much
Her
Anymore
A method author’s undeniable truth to a most lucrative cause for reawakened thought…
She meant it to be This Way…
Didn’t she just handle herself utmost supremely inane,
The insanity breathes coquettishly amidst inevitably This
Pain rain
Down upon me
Please
