You don't think I really care about such silly little trifles, do you?
|Her eyes hot with indifference,
Calm, heavy, jaded, "This is not so tragic.
I just need to catch my balance!"
She spun and clung to upholstered seas
Of cold and careful velvet blues, pleading
To navigate the swirling couch by magic,
To seek out the conceit that renews:
By sorcery her sanity to conceal;
By pact or prayer to never feel.