Forlorn and Faded

she's gasping for the lifelong turmoil under the spotlights and cobwebs into the cavity into the forlorn mill by marshy meadows a passer-by mumbles and kids play hopscotch meanwhile in cold blood she has been cynical and started a hunger strike when the kids kicked all the molehills tender surrender to tuneful fragments of Monday mourn the pilgrim carried a burden with legacy and everyone heard the coalmine symphony playing overnight it was a helter-skelter a midwinter mirage scrawled with dagger on a corrosive corset she watched the flamingos out on a field when all of a sudden hordes of hunchbacked mannequins stood up and she was like what the heck?