She sat across the street for many days now. Wondering whether or not he would come repay her. Lost and wasted away....penny-less now for days and days. Not to eat sleep drink even water til she gets paid. The crucial thoughts of dismay lay deep within her cerebral cortex as they now are caught up within an evil vortex. Malicious all this due to her condition...her emotions filled with many layers of corrosion deep within the battle of time. Drowning now because ‘He was never really mine” lost due to the hands of ‘let me go, l'll handle mine’ Wasted time...so much money on the line...her head intertwined within her knees..she now screams..”Jesus please!”. Lost (still) in a crowd spinning all around everyone’s somehow on a pill. Not even God can help her now. Her great escape is to run to the fornicating hills. The cost of the damage is more than she can manage...heavy headed due to her dunce crown she now lays down...still camping out...tears running down... not even they want to stick around. she sighs. Mentally mutilated...she feels no pain...the rain burning wholes in her brain. The detriment in her life is evident. ...Ne me quitte pas...the words linger from a history she remembers...a woman all alone beaten then thrown. she translates "Please...don't leave me alone." Head facing the crowd, she sits up because after a long while...she now knows how...with that guilty poise she sits and enjoys all her sinner boys...lingers as she remembers. The journey between two souls to the place of you already know...drawn together by that fine line that crosses and intertwines heading towards her insides. A heart that never felt. With real love it never dealt. Cognizant of having no soul to sell, shes now enjoying being in hell