the end comes, yet again

today it ended...broken from the start and never worth fixing despite excessive momentum into previously un-discovered territory //her smile free snapshot lacked the substance that pain is made of fragmented silhouettes of panicked and lucid ghosts are all history can swallow //her disease was infected with infinite talents, under exposed... foreign and calloused hands following the compass north... southern exposure was never worth the threat, a massive sun-driven dance of spit and liquor... tomorrow's burdens are now unglued and her techno roaming nudity can slip into the passive sea...