She perches on the fence, reeling everything out of balance
The limits of her stability minimal.
Her tentacles never fail to notice minute details.
Nothing right in her own vacant eyes.
She views herself as trash believing in her own faults.
She mouths nothing is ever good enough.
Feeling stumped and cheated she feels the bricks
lain shoulder upon shoulder.
The burden too heavy she falls hard
meshing into the gravel
becoming an amalgam
of flesh and stone