She's spitting fingernails from her lips like sunflower seeds

She chews the ridge of her thumb like year old chaw

The

Time

Still

Needs

To

Thaw

She fights the fingers in her hair from pulling roots

She scolds her bare feet for skidding to a halt

She

Says

It's

All

Her

Fault

She seizes the source and strangles it down to size

She fights the urge to put herself in its heart

She

Finds

It

Hard

To

Part

She knows deep down she will be diced and dished

She'll be thrashed by throats because she finally quit

She

Came

Out

The

Miry

Pit