unnamed

her absolute un-coolness

and obsolete coolness

brought suitors forth like zombies from the grave

cold, clutching hands and 

hearts that won't actually beat for her

if only she knew it were this easy

she'd have stopped trying 

to live the uncomfortable lie

much sooner

-or maybe not-

maybe in the deep-down 

seeds of her core 

she used said "lie"

as a cover 

to deflect

 the raging undead 

who really only needed her

to be a mother 

to their broken parts

and even though she's a Fixer

not a Breaker

that kind of torment did not appeal 

to the timid hand in her heart

that lay palm open

begging for.....something.......more

maybe something more like the one

who reminded her of Cinnamon and Mitsouko

the same one who stepped aside

to open a space for her

so she might step out of her shadow cave

and into something brighter

and....all without trying

and....just by seeing her clearly

through the fog 

of 

everything else