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.O.D.D..P.E.T.A.L.S.
SHE'S LOST:
in a sea of daisies--
--ON WHICH
only odd petals
EVER COUNT.
SHE DANCES:
in fields of sunshine--
--COUNTING
the compliments that
SHE CAN'T HEAR
SHE SKIPS:
through forests of heartbeats--
--WIPING
away the blood that
STAINS HER HANDS.
I SCREAM:
into the silent night--
--FALLING
backward into her
FOLDED ARMS.
©Copyright 2003 Sheila Cook.