Nora - The Devil Wears Prada

Nora

Attempting transcendence, transcendence

She’s fleeing and lost living at a cost

Her family’s been gone for years

Her home burnt to the ground

She’s trying now to move along

Not to be reminded

Not to be shortsighted

Blistered and bruised

Fighting for every step

Tight lungs, short breaths

Weak knees, tired eyes

Determination in a lowly disguise

She’s fleeing and lost living at a cost

Along with the wind

Nora: evading the killers, the killers

Wounds worsening

Laboring pushing on

Raw palms

Salt sting

No water

Muscle loss

Designation: calculated thoughts