A suffering suggestion, that slither of hope within her membrane Minus all of these audacious memories. Broken to the crucified and crippled bone and yet, still able to be here.. there, mother effing EVERYWHERE. This entitlement that will lead her to the HolyGrail only a million times over- cold harsh and clueless BLUE-collared shoulders

Of masochistic Monsters of Men, who will continue to build boulders for her to entertain themselves when, really… they are only ever DELVING and digging… DEEPER GRAVES FOR THEMSELVES !