She dances to the music in her head,
it's always playing to drown out the dread.
The cloudy skies, like her mind,
make the horror hard to find.
Yet, she smiles,
a mask put on for show.
Author notes
Love you Tory.
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A contest entry
- PIF - picture inspired by amaranthine lover.
363 points, ended May 14, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is an awesomely written piece, thanks for entering.
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