I am finished.
they have caught me in their green web of hate
and I am suspended here, lonely.
here I sit.
sitting in their pretty blue room with their pretty white smile in their
pretty pink ribbons.
the blue room is my cell.
the smile is my cracked and wretched teeth.
the pink ribbons are my tattered clothes which cover my scarred body.
and in their world I sit.
bound in their green web of hate, and bearing their pretty pink ribbon, as
I die
my own death.
done by christine
