A wound that will not die…

Unbeknownst and undeniably stark-raving mad are her rather unannounced and terrible tendencies – (it) carries with it a tumult of torture that cannot but upset the whole (wide) ((damn)) chart of also-ran people
Those same (in)sanely suggestive both comparatively chosen souls who’ve mysteriously been unofficially re-awoken this particularly peculiar time

and decidedly both abruptly out-spoken for – albeit deceptively choked into a lessening sense of sacrilegious happenstance aside sanguine levels of silent separation
and they will in fact nurture, kneel and graciously say

That to dig her grave is to rampantly remain..
“Outrageously brave”
Yet, ever-still, from deep beneath the sinking surface of her hermetic soul her thirst still b-r-e-a-t-h-e-s

For real. Meaningfully B-e-l-i-e-v-i-n-g

To bleed

Is to be born to be — “Beautifully Pristine!”