The day
she was
being left
amidst
howling of emptiness.
Destruction
occurred to her.
Her wrecked
soul flooded,
suffocated
from remembrance.
She
stretched her crafty realm.
She didn’t
even know
if it
existed before.
She arrested
into unknown,
captured few
isolated moments for herself and
transformed
her every tear into verse.
People call
her artist.
