Hairpins hold her together
her cheeks are decorated with
chandelier earrings,
she walks with quiet shoes
and smiles with no sound;
you can smell the soap
on her skin
so smooth with the
sprinkle of freckles.
It hardly happens but
I’ve seen her
flesh disturbed,
blue mascara dripping
from brown eyes,
nails polish picked
and picked until a small
sparkle of pink is left
on the thumb;
Blonde hairs stuck
to the back of her neck
as she lays on my pillow
crying
about how she has fallen apart
and can’t keep it
together
we talk about
redemption
written: Spring 2007
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