i'm a ranting whore.
so.
buzz off if you're bothering.
un-divulged;
the silence
and all the secrets
the deluded confessions
and countless affirmation.
the exuberant personality
collasped, helpless, on the
dirty dance floor.
hopeless contradicting tears
engulfed and warped
washed and cleasned
her dying, pale skin.
as her lonely and
wandering soul digest
those merely weeping truths
and untold memories.
