She howls from within
She be screaming stop.
The tremors a magnitude 9.
Not a soul can feel it
She bursts lava
They point & shoot, it’s beauty defined.
Then they give lectures
And Ted Talks for
‘I’m accomplished’ people. These
‘Know it all’ people. These
‘Achievers of success’ people. These
‘I’m up here talking; you’re down there listening’ people. These
I got 5 million likes people. These
I got 20 million hits people. These
Reflections of Gods.
Dropped into this world.
Was this planet, the gutter of the universe
Into which rejected offspring of all planets lay dumped?
The orphan. Adopted. But why.
She be trying so hard to die.
The spell of strength
She’s been cursed with,
No prince can take from her side.
She be in trance paranoid
Kill me, just kill me.
Oh suicide. The only man left. Lost his hard on upon seeing her lust for him.
Then Twitter timelines burst
With claimed expert knowledge of him. And microbiology. And wall paint.
It’s the internet. Everything’s gotta be true.
Yes. She should be so lucky.
But the bomb killed them all, not her.
The children died of starvation, not her.
The guns misfired, pumping all but her.
Even the fuckin tsunami. Be taking it all. All but her.
Oh please. Bone and black.
Any expert analysis, you have?
Bring it. Attack.