And like a ship at sea, she sails on
even if her insides are screaming
the fabric of her very being protesting violently
against the cold waves of her agony

And like a volcano, she explodes,
the destruction of her structure unstoppable
and beautiful

Never ending and hopeless

And like a building, she collapses onto herself
into her bones,
a chaotic mess of buried words and secrets
littering the pavement around her,
engraving itself into the world's memory

And like a addict, she screams for more
wanting nothing more but to block out reality
and go to a world where nothing hurts and
people didn't exist
in a place where it was only she and not
a him or another her
just she and the ice inside her soul

And like a blistering winter, she blocks out the light
and lets the fingers of numbness rock her body until
she's sleeping,
never wishing to awake,
even if in her head
her demons won't let her be

And like a ghost
she's filled with regrets
weighted down by lies
the ashes of bridges burned swirling around her
with the leaves of Autumn

And like a corpse, she lays still,
waiting for the rest of her to rot away
to be forgotten by time
to leave her mind and herself

And like death
she lingers in the air
destructive and silent
and oh so terribly
merciful on its descent