Found you lost at Silver Lining Station.
You threw candy in their face
to be seen as sweet.
Departed in whiplash,
vivisected: no rush.
To climb a memory that’s
clear as the rhyme.
In a respectful time
yet easily left behind.
She named lying someone else’s problem, yet the sleeves
smelled like evidence.
Her thrifted jacket has silver-threaded hypocrite pockets.
All aboard, blown shut!