“In a Rock Band”

She took the low road

Full of sand and mud

And now her face is but a mask.


The camera never really flashes to her

And when it does

It’s like it still didn’t flash to her.


She is a walking indication

Of what it’s like to give up,

To set the exclamation point


In upon the self,


To tell the world she’s worthless,

To tell herself she’s worthless,



She is an entity wholly unapproachable,

Like the end of life,

Like the end of an oblong,

Sun-scorched ordeal.

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