Red

[Van Canna]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Red
The sky has opened its mouth
I can see the age in my hands
The time has drifted,
I lost track of fifteen years.

Eyes are like cracks in the sidewalk
I can barely recognize the scene
Smell of a pure breeze
Like a tear drop of water,

My skin is the color of ash-
Fresh ash from blackened wood.

Hair has been thinned
Tattered like an old rag-
A toy for the dogs.

Lips have been slit
Like the wrists of a suicide.

Arms are like dried branches,
Fallen from the dead tree.

As I walk to the edge of the road,
The threat of slashed ankles
And bunioned transportation
Silently threaten my journey,
I do not recollect much about it-
My previous life.

I continue on my way and hope to
Not die on a journey that leads
To a world of better living -
Death.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

- La-Tanya Ashley


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Van Canna

[This message has been edited by Van Canna (edited August 27, 2001).]