Ravishing from head to toe. Her mind jumbled with a million thoughts attempting to formulate one word. One thought. One idea to express the monstrosity composed of her mind.
A delicate flower, full of life and laughter. Her laughter allures an audience of well-formed men and women oblivious of her chaotic mind.
Wine in hand, fire stick in another, whispering sweet nothings to supposed lovers. Lovers enticed with her fired soul. Burning flesh as they osculate each whisper of her misery.
Mad for classical air, she refrains from cowering to his glow. Under the blinking stars, she yearns to rejoice in conscious oblivion. Aware of the needed solitude, he retreats from her disarrayed mind.
The delicate flower blooms among her own isolation. Descended deeper into her delicate realm. She continues to walk her ravishing life as onlookers admire her composure unaware of the obscurity of her own mind.
Beyond her world lies one mind. One soul. One heart. One flower. Her world. Desolate of consciousness. Death will take her life. Chaos will feed into hypocrisy. She is simply a conscious flower living among weeds.
Weeds of our world.
As to her is to you. As with you is with her. Crumbles of cutter.
Catch the jumbles if you can.