She presses against the pain of her memories,
and flays any happiness she finds,
in her need to obliterate her grieving
of human abandonment.

Light fails, dark beckons, as she proceeds to cut
and bleed, unseen by caring eyes,
she excises and embalms
in human abandonment.

Dawn arrives, rivulet’s of extraneous thoughts
leak through her lax fingers,
as she shadows, and dies,
from human abandonment.

Erin Moen
5/31/03
Copyright 2003 ©

Kind of a strange one... :)