Quiet Voices chocked her
While peach pies grew sour in the sun
Bright flowered dress wilted
Like the fallen petals on a table marked with water rings
Sapping the syrup from her veins
Roll call of the humiliated
Dark discoveries of the lonely
Unholy desires of the sinner
Poor girl, too hot, too alone
Polished the window
The one in front
The wounds will never heal….again
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