Frozen Souvenirs

[ [ [ [ ..... ] ] ] ] frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven. at least, this time, this bed was hers and hers alone, dimly broiled by smells of yesterday gone stale, drooping limbs to vaguely unbecoming souvenirs. no longer wrestling fires but lighting them, hope drained from flesh that craved for expired lotion crush-boned dreams mocked her unbecoming senses. she backed off tears that asked how this all happened, plunging into her heart’s junkyard searching for answers from wounds buried in near burial of an unbecoming night… copyright (c) ....................... For P.D.'s "Collaborate with Me"