- Mary, the abused martyr -

Mirroring sanity by moving her feet parallel with the ground.
Might be the only thing holding her in line with "destiny'.
Mary can only relax in the wicker chair in her corner, silently transfixed upon the feeding maggots.
Markedly disturbed as she watches this "feeding frenzy", with desire filling her every thought.
Masking and repressing her desires with stoicism, which is a detriment, isn't repression unhealthy?
Misery in the form of masochism, she continues to harm herself to appease others.
"Maybe they're attracted to the plastic feeling of her skin?", she asks herself.
Me thinks she had a disdain for the texture, but the overall quality seemed pretty shoddy.

Meandering only in the small corner, her network was relatively small; thus, she met Manic Mark.
Malice filling her heart and her head, she was prepared to fight with teeth.
Manipulating and abusing people was easy, but her true benevolent beliefs assaulted her with guilt.
Monogamy being the only thought on her mind, along with Mark's belief that it is quite lackluster.
Mad? No...just intoxicated as usual, on what substance is a mystery to me; she tries new things.
Mauling her innards while venerating her exterior, she must keep up her appearance.
Martyring her beliefs, she looms alone in the corner, fighting a pre-destined battle...and failing.
Missing the unsent memo, she vehemently pleaded yes when he asked, "Are you an open-minded person?".