Tear-stained face
Curled into a ball in a corner
Beneath a blanket of cold
Excuses, lies, and smiles.
The weak girl lying
In a pool of blood and tears,
Drowning in bitterness
And crimson choking
Up in her throat,
With black eyes,
Damp hair,
And I'm laughing
The glowing diamonds all around
Mirror my only paradise.
-Emily Adams 2003
-Erika Christenson