Words tunnel beneath skin rubbed raw
seeking new homes.
Virgin thoughts set sail amidst the derelict,
Past moments entombed in rose-tinted resin.
The tunneling words tear rifts in reason,
shear budding hope at the razed earth.
Virgin thoughts become brazen whores,
repeatedly offering diseased wares,
to the one that ignores them hardest
Eyes closed, heart torn, she listens.
Head bowed, fist clenched, she listens.
As the tunnelling continues unabated