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Do you like the mess I’ve made?
My cheap clothes, my charcoaled eyes, 
My bedraggled dreams and 
The rage I drown every night.

I try to convey my constant cravings with
Little ditties and pretty stockings,
But who out there can see, hear and comprehend?

I lay out my heart like a red, wet stain
Soiling the carpet, ready for anyone 
Who passes by to spit, stomp and piss.

No one dares stare, lest they may care and
Think for a moment about me.
Who am I to admit I’m afraid of the coming day 
And whether or not you’ll notice I’m there.

The lining has run from my eyes
Down to my breasts that throb and heave
From the absence of a hand.

I try to say that any will do, but
What I need is a touch that reaches through, and
Keeps me quivering and writing and yet
Knowing the lingering will leave.

This is the mess that I keep within me.
You can see it if you look deep enough
Into my eyes, but already it’s spread and
Lies underneath.
Dark, shadowed and powdered over.

Who out there will dare to stare to get to know me.
But, how dare I let you know as I feel you
Spit, stomp and piss and keep walking on by.

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