Devils Playing Frisbee with Halos

She is angry

the Universe has not been kind

lately

But the galaxies

owe her nothing

They have their own troubles

Their own demons

In the shapes of meteors

And Gods

She is disgusted with

her helplessness

her pitiful attempts at

explanations

She is so sick

Of that

Merry-go-Round in her head

Pick me

Pick me

Such a silly answer for this ridiculousness

And she is out of questions