Corridors trap his mind
with creaky stairs, feeble...

Formaldehyde
tosses me into a dream...

Diamonds
can be found in...

A window pane can whisper my memories
such as a diary in which I have written...

Do I wish to bare the bark
of poison, for a public army...

Cold, barren cement became my throne
Tattered tennis shoes teased remnants...

I am dirt, just a dirty girl....
That's what I said to a spiritual...

Dark eyes see more rainbows
than crystal blues can touch...

Often times you cross
my memories...

I dont answer the phone anymore-
her medical shadow has nothing good to say...

I'm a joke upon the flicker
of city lights...

Digging deeper-
They always dig deep...