This page is dedicated to the memory of Spring-Mariah Grace Fertig, a very special girl whose life was cut short tragically.

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a poem by spring fertig:

stranger with my face..

to taste the sweet devine salt
from your cold black lips
could this be but a sin?
A warm tear of blood drops from my cheek
like acid, it burns.. underneath my skin


I don't know who I am
I don't know who you want me to be
open up your cold dark eyes
and tell me what you see
I'm searching for answers
within myself again
I want to see
I wanna know who you are
I wanna see you from within


a dead heartless person seems to stare back at me
with much more and great intensity


I don't know who I am
I don't know who you want me to be
open up your cold dark eyes
and tell me what you see
(can you see me?)


people call me names, and people stare at me
they'll call me a "communist"
a devil child sent from hell
they throw rocks at me and say
"satan sent that little jezebel"


I don't know who I am
I don't know who you want me to be
open up your cold dark eyes
and tell me if you saw me
because I'm gone
I've gone away from here
I'm trapped in a falling star in a one way mirror
trying to face all my fears
trying to hold back all my tears
when a tear of blood drops from my cheek again