She cut off her hand

she cut off her hand without twinkling

- twinkle -

She looks through shellshocked glimpses

she is doing that with calm

So all the witnesses doubt about themeselves

As if you force yourself not blinking:

Looking away brings tears to your eyes

Silhouettes freezing like in a day-off

Tension´s lying in wait for the temperature drops.

She is scorning compassion

relishing the despite

Sod off!

No wonder. Informal.

Down yonder. There is new normal.