"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Monday, March 30, 2009


surrounded by flowers in the shape of lies.
on top because of failure.
an iridescent glow that radiates shame.
a gown made of pushing and shoving, embroidered with hurt.
shoes that compliment her yearn for control.
make-up that makes her regret really pop.

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