Stink

Her insides glare. She is muffled by utter frustration unable to reach the closed mind that faces her. Mournful explosions from the depths inside. She is outraged by the soaked truth that none of it even stands a chance. One to the next just empty spaces. Her thoughts exploding and ideas of change constantly misunderstood. She holds no foundation for these, just a short lived breeze of something they need. She finds no satisfaction no joy or ease. Her arms full of what they'll never grasp or feel. A waste they say, why do you try. Surrendering to the fatal truth that she faces, she smirks and swiftly drifts away. On to the next.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

There are indeed fatal truths as well as living truths. She has to choose. Excellent...Bravo

[Tricia O'Brien]

Thank you thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

Welcome, welcome...:)......

[Chris]

Flaws are all a human has to be themselves with... you were taking this in a good direction not often followed.

[Tricia O'Brien]

For sure :)
Thanks for the time and words Chris

[Chris]

Welcome back. Hope the break went well for you.

[Tricia O'Brien]

Thank you. It did very much so.
Glad to see you're still here :)