By Michellee

Violet couldn’t shake the feeling
that her soul’s shadow mimicked her every move.
The thump of her pumping heart hurt so good.
Her plaid pullover constricted her thoughts
and her bloated black eye stained her tarnished image.

The alarm buzzed and Violet reached for a few grapes;
the meal of lonely losers surrounded by emaciated emotions.
A varicose vein jumped out of her fragile skin
as she grasped her purple suitcase.

“Wake me up when this life ends”
she told her faded Barney
as she chipped away her eggplant nail polish.
The bouquet of lilacs wilted
in the cupboards of her mind.


Created: Jul 18, 2010


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