All messed up in blue

Her landscape 
was a beach lined tapestry 
of overgrown ashtrays 
and liquor bottle seashells 
that echoed of depression 

pills like birdseed littered her floor 
and dandelion needles mar kentucky blue 

in the corner a pile 
of unused phone numbers 
from men she never 
meant to meet 

and as the days fade 
to darkness 
she walks the tracks of no train 
to the station 
and waits

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[. serah .]

-- she was the victim of abject neglect... ignored by everyone around her... but most of all... ignored by her innermost self... -- it's not that she doesn't want to mend and heal... she does... but doesn't know where to begin... and so she waits for thoughts, ideas, words, poetry... a fragrance... something... just something that reminds her that she's still alive and that it matters...

-- you bring her to life in your words, monsieur terry... with exquisite images and intense sensitivity...

[Nisreen]

Sometimes i feel this person is in the wrong place

as if those bottles are not hers
the smoke not from her cigarette
she doesn't smoke

but trying to find happiness in the wrong place
until you came along