She's kept her secrets under a mattress like a
a stubborn pea. A consistent pile up
jagged edges out and feathers piled high.
She grinned when she said it, "I never felt a thing at all".

I have learned it
a whirlwind
of disaster for a suburban princess picking out her dreams
like daffodils in a field of weeds.
Starvation is quite the disease in a world of dying beliefs.

I have nothing.
Emptiness sounds like a hundred suitors batting their eyelashes
for the sake of a crown.
Once you have been broken
there is no going back.

06/05/2008

Posted on 06/06/2008
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