chop sticks

She is terrified, absolutely convinced she is done....          
   
Covered in failure, the kind that stinks and is permanently soaked into every piece of clothing you own....            
           
   
Mind fucking herself into a fantasy world,            
booze and promise, a drunken Caucasian            
a fading race...            
   
   
Barely able to stand on any given day,      
a vagrant in her own right,      
no purpose, idealistic tomfoolery            
yeah, she's a real trip !            
           
   
Lost in the snow            
late December pain            
She recalls the conversation            
with the lady in the mirror            
           
frantic, tragic, classic breakdown.