Katerina

Katerina,
a beautiful lost soul,
took one hit and now she's lost.

She found salvation in the clouds,
swimming, wearyingly across the ocean.

Katerina,
stands so small,
blades for fingers,
needles all around.

Where once the thought process weightlessly soared,
now sits an empty pill box with Katerina scorned.

She can't seem to escape,
the evil man with bloody feet waits.
His tattoos covers her body,
as he takes her hand and swallows.

This wonderland is a fright,
and even Alice won't follow her through the light.

A shattered mirror and disco ball,
a broken heel with fantasies of tomorrow.

Climbing through the rocky past,
finding mix tapes and false memories long lost.

So Katerina, finds her way to the bottom
only to see the smeared lipsticked reflection for what it's worth.

To her, she'd rather climb back up,
ignoring the future,
especially her self worth.