intimidated by the freckles on her face 
reminded by the droplets devided by a funny melting pace 
she hurdles 
she slips 
she recognizes her stripes 
and singles them out as a statement of a no one 
she tires of characters so real 
pushing against the non sleep 
is the tinted shade within the glass
finger tips jaded through the fluffiness of her neglected cloud 
again and again staring back and denying this fight against proud
the intent so loud 
but another day and it scurfs 
blemishes so persistant
his and hers and those and so 
mumbles of a what seemed like an emotional raid
crumbled fled her muse 
dwindling went the episodes 
of the dips of frenzy 
of the shreeks of her sedated by the self inflicted cleansing...