is Alexei Nemchenko
In a most casual manner
As if history never occurred
As if the bridge still stood
After being consumed by flames of fury
Fueled by whiskey
Sparked by the glowing tip of a cigarette
She sits still in silence
In a most peculiar way
As if no throat had been sore from screams of pain
As if no hands dissected the air, once and again
Fueled by the absence of equilibrium
Sparked by a subtle failure to connect
She locks her eyes in an empty gaze
One of despair and fatigue
As if the battle has ended
As if the war has been lost
Fueled by overwhelming apathy
Sparked by virtually nothing
