why does life have to be such pain

over and over and over again

after every battle i  have fought

the wrath of cerberus

upon me wrought

every aching twisting turn

the scorching fire

endless burn

smoldering as a dying ash

every hope upon me dashed

the word of hope constabulary

in another's  life

vocabulary

 

 

 

the window

the air was cold

but she felt warm

feelings buzzed inside her

like a swarm 

she revelled in the felicity

of this self-generated

electricity