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  Description: Yellow and black striped attached to a string.
  Found:       By HarleeRay during musical rehearsal for Little Shop of Horrors on 02/04/13

 

Torn and tattered carpet

worn by age and time

much like her soul

heart used, wasted and thrown away

slowly dissolving, like acid on flesh.

They told her what a soul was,

she wasn’t sure if she agreed.

A subtle nod of the head to signify

the acceptance

she never meant.

They will try to suffocate her thoughts,

shove them into a plastic bag.

Too much, too much

Repressed memories.

She breaks, the past emotions flooding out,

revealing cold, hard, yellowed concrete—

a shaky foundation of

decapitated happiness.

Executed by society

her own insecurities that had eaten her

cancerous thoughts

gnawing, breaking, hacking, burning…

she needed to cleanse her mind.

Perhaps a pistol to wipe the slate clean

or a blade to empty out spoils.

But no, instead she bleeds ink onto the paper

seeking to recollect the waste of her heart,

dolling it up,

softening the edges

to the point maybe

just maybe

she’s not torn and tattered carpet

to him.