Gravity breaks ground again
Smacks her in the face.
Losing chance she fakes the fall
And yet always knows her place.

The sun glistens in her blue eyes
Making them look green.
Her shadow is cast to the north
Making her appear lean.

Craving another mistake
She grabs on to a boil.
It oozes with desperation
Yet appears very loyal.

Not knowing how to dispose of it
She goes to a very kind witch.
He tells her to cut it off
Then throw it in a ditch.

Amnesty comes in bricks
That she stacks on top of each other.
Faces she doesn’t want to see
Like those of her dead mother.

He promises roses
But gives regret.
Passion deludes all forces
But she hasn’t found it yet.

Eats the berry he gave to her
For a sudden instant death.
Just before she stopped herself
To take in a nice deep breath.

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