Disruption

Flaws in head cling tighter so,

The lie to lay beside instead;

Reasoning, to shrink, to anger none

And none to blame, would make

Each solitary night less sodden

Wrung-out pillowcase of pain.

Nor leave behind a replica of

Who she made in vain, 

As bitty-bite at once, she falters

Out of mold of could-have-been.