(T)Raggedy Anne
a scream
a cry
red faded eyes
which one will she choose this time?
the razor? The window?
she hits the snow
hoofing it in 10 below
a couple lies lands her a bed
to rest the wounds inside her head
and whisper farewell to a future former
this bed isn’t any warmer...
but the bloodhound sun finds not a scratch
of a night spent on Cerberus’ back
and when the curtain draws
the show proceeds
on the rubble of her dreams
but she dances through them just as fine
chasing, hating, keeping time