Reminiscing her chronicles,
She shook rigidly,
Salty liquids gushed to an open creature,
She wallowed and swallowed.

A chronic chronicle,
She had suffered great critical.
She built a villa,
To devour her memorabilia.

She was an outcast soul,
Lonely and solemn,
Drenched always in satin nightmares,
She had learned,
To dance to the tune of her...