Borlean

She was thrown against the shatter proof glass and slid down it muttering prophecy, wet map of our future splattered against the store front condemned by and condemning of distinguished idiots, her body was hurled unexpectedly against another invention of the genius of social fear, her damaged self unable to tell anything but the truth, her broken viscera etching a gory visual language confusedly, mangled steal a shamefully written confession to an unexpected loss of control.