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
Malevolently,
In upon the self,
.
To tell the world she’s worthless,
To tell herself she’s worthless,
And
.
She is an entity wholly unapproachable,
Like the end of life,
Like the end of an oblong,
Sun-scorched ordeal.