alone in her
bed, surrounded by
cacophonies of nightmares.
dreams elude her and
everything is black and black and grey.
"forget your name," they say.
"get out of bed and leave. never come back. use the
highway, get
in your car and drive.
just drive."
kicking away the sheets,
looking for
money, looking for
nothing, she stares
out her window.
people pass
quickly and she begins to wonder.
"roses may be red,
some violets may be blue, but
today there are no colors and
unless I leave, I will fade, too."
"verifying yourself,
watching your dying
xyst and how it has been diluted.
you see, now, how all your life has been
zonal in proportion to your increase of failures."
