A drunken user now stares at your
foreign shape,
but is unable to conjure
up anything.
Ozone to Stone.
He was dispatched back to
Babs after failing to meet
the demands of life outside
the brothel.
Life's wardrobe dressed itself
while you climbed back into the
womb of sorrows.
God knows, we tried to shine the
light in that dark place.
© 11-May-2011 Sonja J. Johnston
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