Fluid, a poem

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Rain across tanned planes.
Streams trail off the cliff, sideways.
No waterfall, just drops
splash in their end.

Why does Sister Flesh sob?
This body, with her chemicals,
her balance or lack thereof.
What makes her sad?

Wrap it up,
hide it away,
till it is no more.
Soon, she believes the cover.

She's not that person though.
She was expected to conquer the world.
"When will she be a congresswoman?"
"She'll own her own company, that one."

So young, so fragile,
her world in flux.
She doesn't want those things.
She wants to go home.

But home is out of reach.