Olivia

She laughs and hums a tune, says its stupid to lie, this is just what we do, like a dog with a bone, you don't want a fight, just leave it alone, we skirt what’s in the room, she gives another sigh, kids give her the blues, late at home, they carry a tortured why, don't let them roam, more like a whispered ooh, her failing highs, are what’s left to rue, guilty people do atone, but the same snuffled exercise, is a running nose, her shape in ruins, she beseeches the sky, what is she to do, take up flying?