She
A rootless tree wandering through the slinky metaphysical depths of her own nomadic sensibilities

She
Of no name not belonging but with similar scattered drops of viscous blood connecting her to some type of genetic lineage

She
Swimming in a tepid pool of confusion sometimes opening her mouth to swallow big gulps to burst her lungs in the name of confusion

She
Of possessed muses struggling to exude her burning scatological thoughts feelings and ideas through melted chords heavy beats and mad mad words

She
The lost rebel the dreamer the unconventional restless spirit trying to exist

She
The tragically hip outcast black sheep good girl bad girl in wanderlust eternity

She
The anonymous misfit rolling the bones pure acid soul groping for bare knuckled absolute truth

She
The advert the accidental axiom in this cryptic mortal coil

She
The thing in itself
She
Who is brazen
She
Who is intense
She
Who is gentle
She
Who is

By: A. Clark