her thoughts began as rivers do a small trickle in the high hills of her mind emerging from underground streams while others formed like rain that seeped into the ground 
and bubbled up to the surface pouring out of her like melting snow

she wanted full disclosure

but was embarrassed by the

betrayal

life’s harsh realities

a final blow 

abrupt modification

of a well thought out plan

how did she wind up here again

how did she wind up here again

a meticulous plan

controlled by

unconscious faculties

tiresome obsession

a recurrent scene

does she have any control at all?

do we have any control at all?

recycle the story

familiar milieu 

the wounds 

of her youth

the wounds 

of our youth

you play out scenarios

four short stories

to anticipate

the moment  theyll realize

they were wrong 

about you

they never knew you at all 

the light of the sun

falsified by pretense that 

all is well

a tedious routine

with complex imagery 

i wonder when 

the land fell away

flowed into itself

rapidly and freely without control