apathetic to her own voice
fatigued by repetition
bored on bended knee

her lips worth more  than
haunts of confession & regret

the only one in the room
the wrangle in her head
the ennui of isolation

she
             wants
                           out
fruit of nuanced glance
electricity of impending risk
           her
           lips
           hunger
           for
           the
           soft
           interior
           of
           another