M. Richard Smith
Affliction drives her hardened heart’s intent
While pity masks the mysteries of her truth
And comforts her with mutated hope.
She contemplates the days gone by,
When the luster of her countenance,
Concealed the frailty of her dreams.
And visions of escape assail her crowded mind
To suppress the swelling of her fears
And adulterate the bitter taste of her soul.
She veils herself in the coolness of a dampened cloth
Then she paints her face to cover up her shame
And stuffs the undergarments of her soiled life
Inside a tattered ...