She sits at this fireplace, silently fuming
It is quite honestly preposterous this barely there life of hers – when unmitigated disaster problematically, rather tragically, occurs
She stares out at this beautiful world – still moving, still beating at a million miles per – and knows that something horrendous just had to have unforgivably, altogether unexpectedly, occurred
It simply tracking her right down to the last known breath, making a mushed meal of her dreamed of always being an otherwise miraculous life – a magically monstrous existence haphazardly disguised
All of these meticulously majestic instances passing by her sight in the blink of an overwrought water-well eye