Alone

She's lost in her living room
Sock monkey's
Siting on curtain rods
Painted smiles, button eyes so sad Black vevlet pictures...of Elvis decorating walls.
Shes's lost, beauty faing.
Like dust on a plastic flower.
Magnified Make up mirrors never lie.
So she makes a drink.
Lights another clove cigarette...
And thinks about.....about the past and what once was and now isn't the same.
She gulps her drink. and makes another one... stronger. Restless she walks over to a cobalt blue mirror
And stares at her cold blue future.
And cries for the friend she hasn't met.
and has already lost.

Submitted/written by Diva Blue Mar 1998.

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