Thursday, October 22, 2009

Spring Clean

She drenches the mop
she wrings out her dreams

She soaks up the dirt
but not stubborn screams
She wipes away dust
but the tears remain
they settle in corners
thick with pain
She tackles the tub
with its ugly ring
but those ugly words
still stick
still cling
She plucks out the weeds
she feeds her roses
she plants a new memory
when the old one closes

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