Nora's Dilemma

Her flesh and spirit are in a never ending war- exhausted. 
She steps back to watch the chaos unfold. 
A casualty to herself, to her flesh...Split it wide open, too weak to die daily.
The Spirit doesn't feel enough at times; insufficient. Blinded by her own desires, conflicted.
Which does she love more? Which does she want more?
Flesh?
Spirit?
Where does she find true fulfilling comfort?

She enjoys his presence but the shit is tiring. Even when they're just chillin shootin the shits, she thinks he's the shit. 
Part of her feels like this is it, she wants it to be it. Because to be honest, she's tired of the shits. 
Her energy, excitement has been drained from dealing with the fuck shit. It's hard for her to leave him alone.

She feels like she can't get away from him. Her memories are stained with thoughts of him. 
She tried to drink him away, pray him away, sex him away... wrote his name on blunts to smoke him away.
She attempts to focus on herself but he's the shadows of all the moves she makes.

She's starting to believe that she can't- shouldn't be around men.
They gravitate to her like ants to a picnic on a summer's day; 
Bees to flowers;
Traveler's returning to a well to be filled;
America, stripping her of her wealth for their own gain;
Reaping and never sowing;
Dry bones, she's emaciated
Thieves walking away full; plentiful with stolen goods

Nora's flesh and spirit are in a never ending war- exhausted. 
She steps back to watch the chaos unfold. 
A casualty to herself, to her flesh...Split it wide open, too weak to die daily.
The Spirit doesn't feel enough at times; insufficient. Blinded by her own desires, conflicted.
Which does she love more? Which does she want more?
Flesh?
Spirit?
Where does she find true fulfilling comfort?