something for nothing

her psychosis absorbed into a sickening bulge
beneath the surface of such pensively bloated features

this time she spent wasted
plastered across a palate bearing too much potential
for so much conception

and this was the very thing which frightened her:
those well hidden ideas sneaking behind
a white canvas
where inaccurate strokes
can make everything look more beautiful
in retrospect
but making the right choices
just might open the door
to all the correct places