she skipped.. with a community

tight lipped.

she hopped...as a life span cropped.

she scotched....as this time

it was not botched.

through her conversations no

one knew her. no one

heard her a bit.

not an inkling. she collapsed

deeper and deeper

into her all too

proverbial abyssmal pit. her veneer

stripped when time

stopped..... she skipped......

she hopped.......

she scotched........as they all watched.

time went by, days they passed...

by no means was this the end.

he knew it more than justified

what it actually means.his rebirth

was remembered as nothingness.

this blank canvas of a cliche

became itself a genesis for what

language the manual should be printed in.

at least the first press.....

his arms crossed as her eyes began

to flutter.... "no harm no foul" and

also "did i stutter???" two hits

and the nature vs. nurture manufactured scoul.

his usual gestures and ticks

would tip his hand, but not on this day.

this moment is memorilized in the cement.

a single hand print that in the first place

was never even meant to be.

everything he learned...

everything he he knew.......

everything he felt and loved.

it all went dark. nothingness.

it was free. movements were gone.