August 31 2013

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  1. houseofcards

    houseofcards Well-Known Member

    August 31 2013

    I can smell it on her breath;
    I can smell it, death.

    Southern Belle has all the luck;
    Lost all but one, all but one.
    She's exhausted.
    How can she do it, find the will to live?
    I would have already done in.

    Dear Southern Belle,
    Losing her sanity one day at a time;
    I can feel four winds blowing, she's done.

    Done more than the flowers, the tomatoes, the coffee;
    Done more than the purple box under her feet.

    In the sky she shines like the rest of them,
    But it really doesn't matter, she's done.

    (this will have it make more sense - my moms best friend passed away on august 31st, her mom lost her husband 2 years ago, so now she's all alone. she asked me to stay with her until she's more comfortable being alone and is losing her sanity the further the days go by. her daughter was buried in a purple casket, and the flowers from the funeral were sitting on the table rotting away. tomatoes were dead from frost that hit outside 2 days ago, and the coffee tasted disgusting. this is all that came to my head.)
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    How very very sad hun I am glad you are there to support her in her time of sadness I do hope that she goes into hospital or to her doctor to get some treatment some therapy to pull her out of all that darkness she is in
  3. Acy

    Acy Mama Bear - TLC, Common Sense Staff Member Safety & Support

    The subject is sad, the writing is great! You've conveyed lots of strong images and feelings. Thank you for sharing it with us. :hug:
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