Catholic Heaven
By Minds Eye
Woman, elegant and soft. On a white carpet stained with blood, she lay. A butcher's knife remains impaled in her abdomen. She is smiling. There is no pain that she feels, but a pride. A feeling of leaving her childhood behind her. Enter into your new life. 28, 29, the feeling is reborn. Let it spill, your very essence. Only to be forgotten. Burdened, time and time again. Until it's gone. PANIC She never realized it would leave. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, what to do? The burden was lost along with her pride. Her own ignorance was overwhelming. Woman, cold and brittle. On a white sheet stained with blood, she lay. She is crying. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 12:42 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Woman, elegant and soft...."