She hungers for something which she
Does not know.
The eyes tell the tale of her sadness.
Her wrist tell the story of pain.
Her soul, hungry for love.
Her body a open vessel for the
Motion of passion and lust.
She seem's so sad from time to
Time, from moment to moment trying
To fight that which we cannot see.
The demons of her life crowding her every
Thought until she finds escape in a drug
Induced reality or a erotic
Moment of distraction.
How she wear's her mask well.
How she play's her part.
Nov 22/99
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