Two Steps Out of Tune

9" x 12" mixed media on canvas panel


She used to be a camouflaged mystery
that never woke to itself, 
a fragile contrast of individualism
set in philosophical whimsy

She once burned bridges
with matchlight fingers
and became the flint
that scalped its own consciousness

Back then,
She breathed in needles,
She bathed in misery,
She walked two footsteps out of tune

Until the day
she placed the silken rope 
about her throat,
leaping off the chair 
beneath the glass ceiling 
of expectations

And shattered them all.