that stretch of bad road
tore deep into her face
shredding her beauty
into shriveling scars
of shocking
ones that remember
her before
that white line
took her over
she lives there now
on that bad road
she's been down
too long
it will kill her
living there
she knows
but right now
that's not what
is foremost
on her mind
Besides myself, I can identify with these words which you have chosen so well the way you do. This is so fantastic, erector of pictures I run in the night..............
Love ya!
Jane