Fret

With blood encrusted fingertips

Beneath her shattered fingernails

An unbreakable determination

Fills wide her billowing sails

She continues to fret the layers

Each stroke deeper than the last

Ignoring those, unwilling souls

To see beyond his troubled past

She knows what lies behind the pain

Of his brick and mortar pall

And soon she’ll pull the final block

From his ever weakening wall

Lolita

Lovely, little Lolita
Could find solice only in dreams
So she’d ride salvation’s needle
Leaving behind the screams

The trips would give her power
She’d do anything night or day
To follow the tracks to dreamland
For it’s where she was dying to stay