Zena

Zena

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

A darkness lurks
At the edge of vision
Like the floaters
Caused by the drugs.

Hair recedes
As the curls fade
Still growing out
Of the poison that fed them.

Nails fall off
And regrow
Defying odds
And displaying resilience.

Scars remind
Not to reach too high
As their chemistry
Bring us back.

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