Demons invade the lump on the cushions;
once the fluorescent light encompasses her whole,
the grapes ferment even further inside the veins
creating fusion combining fabric and soul.
The melody persists to push her down;
she doesn't mind the sappy slashes to her heart--
it already whimpers to the stars
hoping he will return to mend the part.
But time ticks away despite her wading;
she continues to tread without feeling,
too lazy to dry off her life deprivation
while kneeling for an approval on motivation.
She feels too much and does too little;
she simply feels chaos expanding her bones,
furious at failure and engulfing emotions,
yearning to inhale the love that didn't need any reasons.
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