The day it all became a blur..........

One dried limp
rose
in a vase filled with a
dried stain
Ink washed letters
a battered blood
red party dress
those stilettos used to be
black
mud crusted
abandoned
can I hide
the shadows
of my peaceless sleep
tattered curtains let
the darkness escape
Merlot and sunlight
were never
friends
another empty Gallo
1995 must've been
a good year

my paisley
carpet
cigarette burn collage
museum of smashed
photos
the lone broken
clock
the matted blond
wig
fake red fingernails
in the ash tray