They all ask what happened to her
She used to be alive
Now vacant she can barely afford a smile
Her hands are calloused like frying pans
Left in the heat of a heart always being in the wrong place for too long
She didn't know how to pull away
And the lonliness ate away
At her core
Each faded memory and each still desired wish
Tearing into her like termites
She might
One day come to
The line is flat
And her eyes don't tell no stories anymore
©L.A. Fraser
