Victoria

More than any laughter, love seeps around her knees. like broken water, inflated or in despair, she can cry when released, or wonder if anyone cares, but this life isn't hell, to that other disease, a used cartridge drum knell, she stands by the river, swears she'll never believe, the games of that woman, in matters of litigation, she knows what she's leaving, a quiet celebration, times that brought her, a yellow light of feasting, she dreams of autumn, to do what she pleases.