Kristin

4:49pm: Underneath what lies unknown
Crippled legs stay put
Left behind from what moves on
Staying in
laying in
perfect placement
Always and forever
The same
Mentally drained
Underneath the hallucinations
Is solid ground
Never touched from on top the shelf
The dust even shrivels up
Around her crooked smile
Her emotions lie dead
Inside porcelain skin
There is no fascination
With whithered imagination
Her loneliness is a lifetime guarantee
Her loneliness is still haunting me
A childs fantacy once told
died too long ago
Words have faded through the pages of her mind
because underneath the story, she was left behind