Hive Mind: Groping Gravity I

Unwelcomed healer, 

     Adulterating hands of an illegitimate right entitled father, Hiding in an estuary as a spider for the dove, Eternally, she will unwillingly come, Venturing forth in a safe incapacitated haven's prisoner of the state's will capacity, Shamefully... Walking up every step just to meet; Her unheroic ending.

     Lost is another youth, The transcript of her tragedy, Sleeping now as a mere trophy of a father's once upon a grotesque time, Wherein under his unsavable t(r)oll camouflaged foster bridge lour for a house her story shall forever wait.

      Her adolescent stolen unexcavated until the end of time's supply of brooding seconds crushed hope never migrated from concepts of mirage knit love kept active in nightmarish squalls of origin source parents trapping darkness within closets wherein she found the only life gravity preserver she'd ever known: The abyss of an endlessly burrowed empty uncovered chest. Hiding at the bottom of meaninglessness, Wherein the system of municipalities without decency to see kept children behind one way barbed wire; Hidden; Guised in hostility, Awaiting their chance to enact cruelty.

     For stuck is the affordable malice of transcripted silence, Cheap and unappeasable is the insatiable taste of unrealized vengeance, Hemmed into all the scars used to waltz oneself back to uninvited life amidst the silent stage of cruelty, Hidden... Everything is true, Even if disarmed as pretend.

In lie of our participation in,
Abiding... The Abyss!