The girl who wasn't there

She broke all her homes
To keep her shell prim
She ran from her loves
To not lose her grace
Men's lust was a backdoor
To where she'd stay her
She married a fool
Because time fought back
And within their sheets
She'd remain untied
Her body just yearned
To deliver plump babies
But when she embraced them
They'd fall from her thoughts
When their birthdays came
She'd give them new toys
While making them orphans
By a look faraway
Pillows of smog would grasp her escapes
And choke her awakenings to all she could touch
The day she died was the day they discovered
She wasn't alive.