Virginia’s Garden

Virginia’s Garden

The only thing she’d ever done in grace
Is dance along the borderlands
Of insanity-
Toe tips never crushing
The tulips that grow there.
Stopping only to stoop,
To pick,
To pluck,
Uproot,
The beauty that could be me.
If only she dared dance no more,
Stepping fully into shadow.

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