Sad Poems: Transactional Happiness

 the fractions found her. louder than she could bear. 

the wind had spent its exceptions. long before her arrival. 

her voice was full of seams. desperately clinging to words long ago dismissed. she turned in her deepening grave. earnestly refusing to admit her world was dead. 

time cut its notches into the creases on her face. she bled from every smile . 

pitied by the corners. ignored by every map. 

the future yawned. 

she fed the bears.  and they let her share their beds for a time. 

a brutal exchange of temporary utopias. 

a lost goldilocks. in a world where nothing fits.