She Counted By Numb Errors

She Counted By Numb Errors  
 
Painting The Pictures Of Her Life
 
On Canvasses Hung On The Walls  
 
Of The Halls Of Memory Like Her
 
Own Gallery Show And Image Bank :
 
 
And The Crowds For Crying Out Loud ,
 
Ooohhing And Aaahhing And Critiquing  
 
Her Every Brush Stroke Or Chosen Palette  
 
Though To Her Not All Were As Palatable  
 
As Others , Her Psycho Social Media Was
 
A Broad Cast Into The World As A Largesse  
 
Of Her Mind Confessed , Ripped From Her
 
Art Library And Hall Of Smoke And Mere Errs ;
 
She Was Her Worst Critic , Destroying Her Past
 
Works When They Were Too Painful In Detriment
 
Or Some Positivity Gone Awry , Like A Madwoman  
 
With A Baseball Bat In Her Glass Museum , Smashing
 
The Statues Built To Herself In Her Honor , When  
 
They Turned To Some Glass Darkly  , Some Down The  
 
Rabbit Hole Reality , Like A Schizophrenic Alice , Drunk  
 
On Tea , No Longer Laced With The Milk Of Human Kindness ,  
 
She Was Her Own Red Queen With Two Faces , Dealing  
 
The Deck Of A House Of Fallen Cards To Her Future Self ,  
 
Fulfilling  Her Prophecy Yet To Come ;
 
 
And Once The Deadly Shards Of Her History Were Scattered  
 
Shattered And Blown Into The Winds Of Emotional Turpitude  
 
She Lay On The Lone Pedestal Left , A Feline Thinker , And She
 
Dreamed , Searching For The Point In The Pointal Ism Portrait  
 
Of Her Extended Existence , A Goddess Of Her Life Of Hard Day's Nox...