From Autumn to Ashes [Acrostic]

Falling down onto her knees, she screams for
Redemption -- but none is given, there`s no time.
Over and over, she holds out her hand for your
Misguided trust, hoping you`ll take it; but as

Always, you leave her waiting, hopelessly.
Unconscious thoughts come into plain sight,
Teasing her sanity with the madness they
Undo onto her. Hiding, she relentlessly
Masks the pain, nothing more than whiskey and
Nicotine. She`s holding on just a little too

Tight to something that was never there for you,
Obscenity never tasted so sweet, and from

Autumn to ashes, they fell apart, nit-picking at the
Seams of a forgotten fairy-tale. The tall-tales all
Have their truths, and in this story of an
Endless love, she`s found the truth in your words --
Sincere to the drunken mind, as they slur perfection.

-Jenna Elphick
November 18, 2007