She sits in a room

She sits in a room full of
Shattered records with
Lost keys twisted and
Knotted in her hair.
Spiders crawl over her eyes
And her hands are full of
Crumpled valentines.
Often she asks her pet books,
"And how the heck
Can you respect
People who take out
The swear words?"
She then eats her breakfeast
Consisting of
dimes, metal aces, and
cracked guitar picks.

By: Joanna Tenney