Sunday, June 6, 2004

Jewels

This is one of my favorites. It symbolizes a dark time.

I was checking
on my jewelry,
my treasures.
Opened the box: empty.
Nothing left.
Wasn't upset,
or the least distressed.
It's becoming a casual thing.
Soul is empty.
Expression blank.
Promises empty.
Life vague.
Boring.
Checked out my reflection:
messy hair. wild eyes.
Scattered soul,
like shattered glass.
Sharp edges.
Blood left a stain,
on my new skirt.