Fortune Unnamed

She wasn’t thinking about her time and tomorrow She broke out without a rendering word Nothing sat well or sits well within her In fact, she would rather pillow the past then paint a new picture She still couldn’t hear the sounds that she borrowed So she wept out a rhythm with words Anything would work if she knew how to fix it So instead, she fell into a home with no pictures, just paintings If only she knew how to lift up the earth Maybe then she could save them all from the future Fall if she could, send a new story if she may But they lifted her out of the picture and sat her in a pit Left her there to rot and sink in soil Rest assured she gathered her pebbles And left the shore for another street of land Perhaps, she would picture a new path cemented, unfollowed Let her hide in the bosom of her liberty Let her race to forever, unknown eternal poverty Her bed lays underneath the juncture of earth's armies Her love lays blinded by the bedside table skin unsold, eyes bolted shut with fortunes untold Then she knew only then she'd bleed today Unsure of every corner that needed turning away The streets bare, bordered beneath, winded within She could lie and forfeit the figure drawings for fortune unnamed