Indifferent.
She decided she'd become a nun.

Sizzlesless,
in admist
of it's dizzyness.

She awakes. Awkward and alive.


At noon she breaks.
Takes in it's stride.

"Glide feet glide!"
she thinks lavishingly
as she
HeHeHe's
her index finger
at every man without potential,

their seeing
being potential. Experimental.
The fleshy chemicals. Boosting
vitality.

Some knows.
She tried. Forgetting?
Impossible. A topic full
of fear in a dissolusioned trust
plagued's her soul.

She could not find justice
naked,
she reframes it
In the sheets,
at the park.
In the beach,
in the dark.
Going
with
the
sin.
Gone
with the wind.

Cheers DC! Good rhyme bro.

Brilliant- just love the last stanza

Nice write d4tc.

That's like me the end part anyways "Gone with the Wind", hence the name, "Noden"
Ojibway for wind

Ditto on the Brilliant

Thank You,

LAMom
Noden
Faded
pkd
iam4u