deconstruct

Curtailed flow of body, not soul

a rhythm in tongues both native and not

she weaves transcendent tapestries

to hang them in passageways

of her own obscurity

coveting obsession for fear and insecurity

our natural codependency

trading our ordinary

for mystique of pen name insanity

voguing in a manufactured fog of

self imposing boring mystery

Hi my name is Jane--

and we are all the same.