A girl with no guide,
She wanders
Wanting

Chemistry
To reverse the reaction,
Neutralise what infiltrated

By cruel osmosis
Quietly dissolved
In equal parts

The promise of uncertainty
Bubbling denial
And expectant fury

Comfort comes, but only at a cost
And she is just a tiny pebble
Rolling among indefinite demands.

Her language is the landscape
Seismic unknowing
Makes her a cartographer

They demand the original
But she is lost and can only wander
And want.