Deconstructing the damsel-in-distress in a post-feminist society. She has less self-esteem than a wallflower and yet avoids accountability at the same time. You relentlessly flay her with precise incisions, cutting away the mask she wears in both public and private.
"It was just a coincidence
that your cell phone fell,
...
You weren't waiting for someone else to give it back to you,
you weren't sketching scenarios in your head"
These lines are a painting, impressionistic style, of a passive-aggressive victim of her own reluctance to enter life as a proactive player.