woman, alone
sits on her unmade bed and
ponders her self worth
sad music in the
background and a familiar
rainbow rug on the floor are
blurred with watery thoughts
she knew last night how much
her soul was worth
and for now it lies between
rumpled sheets
she knows it now, the
unspoken cost, but like
sentimental baubles, no one
recognizes the value of the woman
except the woman