she interlaced her tragedies with the
fabric of her gown, she weaved her dysphoric retentions in the tangles of her hair, she sewed her nightmares in the dermis of her skin, she was enlaced in her pensive melancholy. she cosied in the intimate embrace of her sorrows.
she was the dark seabed, to where sunlight fails to reach, yet she solemnly battles, with a single hand and an indifferent heart. she held a bleak hope the cords of her burdens will be unsnarled one day.