in every single picture of me
you will see
dark circles under my eyes.
I am very good at nonsense. She typed whilst leaning against a pale wall.
So very good, people will never understand me.
Not a single self pitying emotion underlies that typed thought.
Some formless expression of guilt however, conveying absolutely no promise of retribution or even self improvement, followed very quickly. and then she stood and tucked a dead plant undertheearth.
'rest here' she said. then wandered away.