prose,poetry,whatever.
Sans
reason
A mindless mindlessness.
The precipice so inviting...
and she accepted.
Willingly.
She will not admit,
claims she was pushed,
But who else was there?

A beautiful failing,
She will admit.
But hardly well thought of.

To fall
to fall
to fall
to fail,
exquisite.
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Inhibitions shed; dead skin.
How brittle
is her composure,
How porcelain is her restraint.
She melts;
lead unto flame.
No kings' men to make
her whole.
The renovation must be her own.


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