She lies awake,
The lies awaken her blind soul.
Mind's turning churn, slowly peels the skin off the truth
There! Lies beneath
She thought she had the one
Hunting was her worst sport and the worst game hunted her
Poison seeping in through the epidermis of her inner soul
In penetrates her whole-
Begin to see
To love; not all but,
But first, then.
That is only when
Loving will spill out to the right one.