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she awaits 
the pain is as a spiral, 
saturates her core, induces 
a callow evolution which 
dictates negative changes 
in her existence. 
where sunshine now dances, 
she does not know; 
it is not in her world. 
is it possible her life is not her own, 
nor has ever been so? 
the yawning space inside her 
now disturbed by devil-blown, 
arctic winds. cold and hollow, 
no control, no sense of self; 
being owned must be not dissimilar. 
a crude expansion instigates 
deep, jabbing doubts 
as to her dominion. 
a vagabond sanity 
now receiving secret threats. 
she longs for steadfast perception, 
but is deluged at random, 
by long moments of mental impotence. 
she now lies slain, gutted. 
awaits the fate of her psyche. 
 
©tlp 2010