Her affections are
manufactured humidity,
stagnant smell
in a world not fit
for the putrid sweetness
that announce her presence.
She is an animated character,
with perfectly drawn lines,
scars criss crossing pale flesh,
tear drop impressions
of blood littering the ground
around her feet.
Sadness is her air
with depression her fuel,
we all speak her language
without knowing the words,
we follow the sound of her voice
in the darkness
and she loses us
as she rounds a corner
and disappears into the night.