12.31.06

in a short while
a new year

a chance to start over

or give up.

tiny princesses all around me.

how jealous i really am.

ash.

salt has turned
to coal dust in her eyes
leaving ebony rings
like shadows of night
on her pink flesh, hiding
scars
of memories
her steel blue eyes
have seen
blinding
white diamond salt
stings while coal
only clouds vision
leaving a haze, and
making stars blur
still obscurring
her path home.

without sleep
things begin to spin

spiral
ing

down