They spoke of her as though she were her very own masterpiece / of death and dutifully appearing to simultaneously adhere
To this added sense of AdDlED AND ScintilLATEd requiem: she IS infact a dReAm, desiroUS and rather radiating with INEXPLICABLE REALNESS.
She is an artist first and fast and all of the other things WILL remain rather resilient and peripheral for their worth. Her truth HAS infact hurt-
the insides of her meandering mInD.
How we go, toe to toe: with the ScintilLATEd silence of JUST KNOWING
That to stand remarkably still IS to bleed by the blood of an unjustly masterpiece
