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The organ plays

while the children do the same

Forever calling my name

What have I become?

Just light, noise and

something wanting love

Little parker yellow

with pigtails and sun

Now it's all bare skin

and a hollow skull

To hold and quote Shakespeare*

The words make no sense

And everyone is a kalidoscope

moving away from me

And I squint in the sun

waiting for sand to fry

And wanting the world, that's calm

and simple again.

My hair hangs like two black curtians

drawn

stripped away

To show a skeleton

Of what I used to be

Every day someone walks

over my grave

To remind me I'm another girl

Smeared in dirt again.

Teen feet down

with the slab of human need

down my throat.

In the corner

a million shadows move

I cant make out

if they want me

to devour.