Have you ever noticed the look in her eyes?
Can't sit still no matter how hard she tries
Got her guard up; walls built to the sky
I wouldn't get near that girl
See the dirty nails and bloodshot eyes
Filling her hemp tote bag with dead flies
Baking dried-up worms into apple pies
She's in her own little world
Picking out lashes till her lids are bald
Freshening her hair with lavender salts
Making friends with anything that crawls
I'm thinking something is wrong
The thought of sleep is so far away
Food in her belly might as well be clay
Hiss and stir but don't come out to play
This shouldn't have lasted this long
Spider bites swell her fingers numb
Doctors like her mind to plumb
She ate her cake and left no crumb
Twitchy, fidget, jerk away
She smells like violet and quince
But touch her web and you'll make her wince
Has not had her clean sight since
Glitchy, widget, quirk today
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