Sad Symbol
I’m a princess in a tower that spirals down into the city
with nothing but a window, nothing but sunlight
illuminating shadows that appear in my dreams.
I am a mistress in the sheets without a shame in the world of what has become,
I am the pills that he took and I rubbed off from slumber.
I am the nails on his coffin door being rolled into the six foot hole as the rain washes away the tears from his loved one.
I am the tombstone on his grave that gives away his identity as his body rots away.
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