The backs of her eyelids
Are television static
And she holds a black rosary
Tangled in sugary fingers.
Thoughts swell and bloat in her skull
As her eyes bleed her blushing soul
Quietly down iron cheeks.
Rusted lips that part to exhale
Choke on sawdust,
And she is impregnated with decay.
Shamefaced,
Crying venomous tears that poison her vision,
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