Never Enough


She tears at the strings of her guitar
because her fingernails and her heart have all left her
and the next silent Christmas gnaws cruelly at her bones

The fear is gone too
replaced by a tangible emptiness
cold eyes, a scarred cheek, a wrinkled face, the rocking chair

Sorrows drowned in ice cream
replace pictures on the walls
with all the same memories

She sleeps on the frigid floor at night
because it feels more comfortable than the couch
and she knows she deserves nothing more

She is for eternity a malleable vacuum
but that's all she was supposed to be,
wasn't it?

And she doesn't wish for death
because death is impossible from life unknown

So she tears at the strings of her guitar
but the out-of-tune wails that pour from her fingertips
are never enough

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