She waltzed on her counter, disaster.
The envelope dropped, before her body.
Denial always creates destructive societal tendencies.
At Bishop's gate, he unwillingly pinned her.
You have grease on your thighs.
She just got lonely, that's all.
He was the straw that broke.
Weeping, she ignored the body above.
The pencil touched the paper, writing.
Man, everything I want to write.
Is always just one word more.