JM – JF
Days of old
Scars afflict the girls’ mind.
Thin eggshell skull,
Cracking with childhood memories.
Sweat drips from a monsters brow.
Blood, boiling in the veins.
Seeping through the ever aging lines
On a Childs hands.
Hollow eyes sink into the swamp
Of fear and corruption.
Thoughts gasping for air,
Wind blows through her distilled mind.
12/31/80 age 16
Inspired by Jim Morrison. His music, my pain. I expressed my emotions mostly through poetry and coped with drugs and alcohol.
Julia Ann Ferguson