Deep in the Pockets of the Past.

She often indulges inthe usual nighttime banes,and has rejected,several times, to obtaina peaceful physique--a hushed brain.

Trying to camouflageall the thoughts,there's no waythey don't protrude, and coursethrough her mind, veinspulsing and taught.

She feels she's becomingharder to trace,retreating to a hidden place,at a frighteningly brisk pace,

as her joy begins to twist,she feels a twinge (of hope),that turns tawdry,as it haughtilyescapes her fractured lips.

It isn't that she isunaware of the hurt,but life has shown,that her heart tendsto overthrowthe logic, and revert.

It seems

it is extremely unlikelythat this shade of fictionwill end up her reality,but long ago, deepin the pockets of the past,she realized that this lovewill always be nestledin the crook of her soul.