Lonely Numbers

Alone...
She hunches on her rickety bed
As the clutter of her damaged mind
Boils over onto the messy floor
covering her soiled clothes
with a hazy film of insanity.

Alone...
Gnawing at the peeling skin
Lining her violet fingers
Chewing off its sign of life.
Little by little...
striving for the bone.

Alone...
Stranded;Captured
On the island of her thoughts.
Cool breezes and gentle waves
Of self doubt and misconstrued freedom
Torment her mediocrity.

Alone...
She frolics in the willows,
That shade the darkness of her mind.
Hiding in its leaves and branches
As they search for her below
Isolating from their very breath...

Alone.