she kept looking back
at her trail
the mess she always left behind
and she needn't have turned back either
cos it all stained her heart
weighing it down with every step.

she was heavier, more stooped over
with every step
every encounter.

she couldn't forget.

stubbornly, aggressively, self righteously
she went on
feeling everything in excess
overdoing it all
leaving people overfed, sick and puking
tired and disgusted
sighing as they finally breathed at her exit
at the expulsion of her air reeking with emotion.

on and off she would find a recluse
when no human was in sight
the blackbirds doming the air above her head
those raindrops barely testing her skin for thirst
when she forgot the people-world
cos every spark of feeling needed a co-heart to burn with.

she couldn't cause to destroy alone.