FAIL
you can hear her consistent wails
seeping through the wire walls,
her voice drowned in thick
desperation
wanting to finish her aspiring
dreams
that time slowly diminishs,
crushing her painted lens
into a cracked jar of silver dust.
you can taste how much she
wants it
her yearning hands,
clammy,
failing their grip.
I can still hear her,
her head pressed on the pillow
stuffed with unsaid nightmares
tearing apart her lungs
and explaining to my
upturned ears that
you can only walk so far
before you're shoes wear out.
