Young supple breed of familiarity
Branding hold against her skin
Poisoned by receptivity, enamored by normality
She beckons the call
Diamonds become rubies
She beckons the call
Driving onward into the horizon
Confusion was always a great shadow
Shadows become companions
Companions become lovers
Lovers lose autonomy
Shadows become her
In the shadows, she gave into her id
Actions that forebode an undesired archetype
Harsh words that foreboded division
She manifested into traffic
Driving insanity to a new destination
Destined into reality, she succumbed to her poison
The touch of insanity never tasted so good until now
She beckons the call
Driving her crazy she drives on
Pass streets she’s never heard of before
Coming into her mind’s labyrinth
You’re not expecting her
And she doesn’t even know why she came
Sit alone awhile
Come to possible conclusions of
A series of hypothetical events
As it unfolds, she meditates
She realizes tonight’s reactions
Are tomorrow’s passive aggressions
The idea distances itself from reality
So does her car
Maybe this is her time
Rubies become diamonds
She returns back home
Yet, she hardly recognizes it as home
She smiles, closes her eyes and succumbs
Methodically ready, she moves to the line
Picket sign in hand, familiarity by her side
She beckons the call.
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