The Girl Inside My Big Red Eyes.

P.C. Flikr: *kaos*

She used to take all energy
From my big arms;
Pricking, whenever she could,
A soft palm I had for her.

Her smile talked to my heart;
Her giggle was clutch.
The only person I let
Converse with my subconscious.

I still have a map to her
Most private birthmarks.
It lies dusty on a shelf
In a pocket universe of my mind.

I have shut Reason out enough;
I have to stop fighting facts.
In hindsight sense converges;
She was my Bernie Madoff.

Except I am the one doing 150 years!
Perhaps I should slash my wrists too.

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