Blacker than I saw it before, it is now.
Darker than I imagined it.
Seedier and dirtier.
Closer- more personal- more mine.
More conscious.
More hideous.
More condemning.
It has been brought out in to the light.
I can see it.
It is washed away- no residue.
I'm left gaping.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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You can be dark little lady, when you want to be...
Did any one thing spur the poem?
LOVE YOU!
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