Shallow Hope

Some sickened role model whose hair falls out
at hands delicate touch.
Flustered with flamboyant schizophrenia,
dancing off of each others emotions,
pouncing action into reaction.
And all we do is wait.

The silver that roasted your fingers green.
The burnt frills..the traded kohl.
Now, isn't this just rebellion?
To be naked every hour...a section of skin to slice.
Give me nothing.

Hollow underneath,
proving helpless on the floor,
yet brimming with shallow hope.