Broken thoughts
Blow through her mind
Like flaming tumbleweeds
Setting ablaze the despair she kept damped down
Like a whirlwind
A tornado
Sucking her into the black void, no calm eye of the storm waiting for her
Only tiny creatures
Created of her own mind
Snip-snapping their jaws at her
Little bits of her psyche-flesh being torn away
Replaced with guilt and shame
And thought-blood poisoning
Whisking the morbid thoughts through her
Making her wish an obscene wish
Making her hope an unseemly hope
Making her plead on her knees with her pride
To allow her to die
And be at rest
