10.15.2004

SOILED

Indigo
images, smiling at me

as roses bloom
blackened,
for me?
I sit at the edge

of the stones, cold,
half grin on my face

confused, unsure
learning to breathe again
inhale,
exhale,

my dress soiled,
with dirt from my past

present,
future??
stained by my own existence
hoping to come clean....

soon?

AMELIA C. AKA TOXIC BETTIE

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