Reflections: White Scorpion

On her own she sits

independantly

dividing values

into lost opportunities;

afternoons set aside

to play out fantasies,

drawing upon what

she already feels

for reassurance;

her temperment changes

with the length of her hair;

confused desires are

interwoven into her

braided appearance;

she lives her life at a distance,

a wild youth has

all but disappeared;

lies told often enough

force the attitude of truth

and complacency she follows

like footsteps in the snow;

she resists temptation,

feeling more secure with loneliness,

scared by her selfish standards

and feeling welcomed

by her afternoon rituals.

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