Her

She had a smile from ear to ear. So huge she made birds sing. But when she redirected her gears Her emotions held together by a sling. Whenever she walked She did not see her obstacles. Selfishness to the point her thoughts mattered Most. Whenever she talked She did not hear others advice Self-loathing to the point her words murmured a Boast. Her name was dared to be said. She spent her days smoking in bed. Then picked up up the museum of glass art Hung by her mouth. When her drugs were just right, The old her wallows and the old her Lies dead.