In Her Mourning Gown
Brown Mascara running down
Leading to the way
From now On
Past Toys
Beyond Boys
The swell of tears
Brought Her here
Often Death marks a Turning Point
In One's Life
I'll keep my cigarettes and air conditioning though
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Dark Path of a Reclusive Black Widow
Labels:
analysis,
poetry,
psychology,
speculation,
study,
therapy,
transformation
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