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Backed in the corner
she cannot scream
the name of her love
still goes unseen

no one will save her
not her mother, friend or foe
her life now in danger
death with one last blow

how much more can she take
this torture she consumes
blinding light like an altar
no god in this room

on her knees
she begins to beg
tears and remorse
she cant feel her leg

must be night
cause now she cant see
how long has she been there?
does anyone miss me?

lights go out
air is dead
struck by her own misery
while she lies awake in bed...

radio killed the only star.

The radio shut off
no more sound no more songs
blocked out with anger
lay still your not aloud to move
stay close to the edge
you will not fall
tilt and twirl
until your heads inches from the ground
turn to sand
a debris of failures
not quite to the bottom of rocks
but a distant spray of emotion
tied to the bed post
dreams the only encounter with the world
the pillow the only source of salvation.

She sits waiting for the subway train
one that may never come
her hearts slow
her hands cold
her lips red and dry
makeup stains her cheek
running down from her eyes
bloodshot, swollen.
She cries.
touching the blue mat stone
trying to pick herself up from the storm.
wallowing over to the end of the line
hoping she may feel alive.
her black heeled shoe slips right off
shooting past her
stumbling into the train
spinning towards the ground
the girls best friend
her shoes kept her alive.