They told her that the time would come when it all began to make a little more sense
A pretty penny on an absolute knife-edge – metal detection
Downright dereliction
Spinning, prepared to win forever and a day, very nearly
Keen as keen can be, nobody’s animosity
We watched her fall oh so goddamn far
Rise back up, that utterly unquenchable thirst drawing her right back in
All over again
She managed to steer perfectly clear
Both savory and sweet, twice as nice – a juxtaposition slice of all that may just have been painstakingly necessary
Floating before soaring on up, try as she might to make everything that little bit more edible
Our immovably astute true beauty
Nobody will ever sound you out