Elinor

All I see is cruelty

It’s grinning like a skull,

Feel the grooves we’ve cut and scraped

As the sharpened becomes dull.

Can’t you see it starves my passion?

When I just want to live,

But now I’m fasting in that other fashion

Because I’m still impulsive to forgive.

How can you be so devilishly honest,

yet still so unaffected?

And how is it you’re not like me,

sentimental, discontented?

-Annie Corinne, 2012