Tuesday, April 07, 2009


I am the trash beneath your feet today.
Step on my life, my dreams, with hard sandals.
My crumpled ashes smeared across the walk
My blackened soul to bear for all to see.
As fierce as Hydra’s heads will I return,
Biting and clutching freshly trodden ground.
Even the hydra babe must start anew. 


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