The Norm

shes locked in her own solitude,

with no peace to be found .

devalued, and lost in her own burial ground.

darkness eats away at every inch of light inbound,

and shes struggling to keep surface of a simple flesh wound.

she speaks "simple",

as if, it isnt her own corruption.

in her own minds riddle,

its the human-norm.

the skin is brittle,

but she takes hold of a violent storm,

can she keep surface?

or will she sink deeper,

deeper then the norm.