breathing in toxic paint
.
and she's desperate,
bloody and bruised and breaking
f a s t,
flailing and choking on memories,
and h e smells
like
t e a m s e v e n
and oh,
even
t
h
e
n
she's clutching, because
she misses it all,
{but not the stinking smell of poison steel}
and so she's
g r a b b i n g h o l d o f
whateveritis
that brings her back
to
p
i
c
t
u
r
e
f
r
a
m
e
s
.
except somehow,
h e sounds like
nothing,
and she's only making
things
worse.