Mere Insanity

“Mere insanity” is what she blacked on the wall of the stall that stared back for a drop of Clorox; The addiction was far too poignant to remediate what had twisted the norms of popular belief; Her sweat was piercing the hole just to sit there and hide, subsiding beside her conscious; Neither alert or alarming to the taps against the tile; Her feet were planted like Velcro;