Simply about losing all control..
On the surface she's youthful,
Further, deeply, further,
Bobbing on the surface,
Wondering whether to stick it out and tread the water
Or sink like the walls before her.
Wanting nothing more than to be touched,
Than to be whisked away
To some idyllic fairy tale,
Except her character is no picture book.
All faith shattered.
Those lean limbs are so pronounced
No one can see they are held together with sellotape.
All she is doing is leading her life
Like a fake.
Regardless and deliberately blind
Lustfully take, take, take,
There's nothing left.