Poems from Inarke
Sometimes I still dream
Of the days
When my hair was the color of Straw
When my cheeks were
Red
Because the blood still ran
I dream...
It had been there for the longest time
A nail in place of this heart of mine
Eyes blank and wandering in darkness
I never understood why...
I once had a friend
She liked to play house
She liked the color red
I gave her a present
When she had to go
I drew a picture
Drawn in...
I remember one morning
I sat on the porch and played with my dolls
Gritty sand of the ground
In my teeth
Under my nails
I remember...