Corpus vile

She still doesn't know what she meant by that.

She was too much for anyone to handle
Including herself.

She had stacked her willingness into a candle-
Pitying herself.

Her eyes were capped, capped with pain-
She had lost herself.

Softly trembling, she felt drowned in disdain,
Grinding herself.

She had seen the light-
It just wasn't for the old self.

The moon tried caressing her tears.
She wanted to redeem herself.

Fantasizing about his inner smile,
She lifted herself.

She then took that hand
Yet.. missing herself.