whole marsh
Sadness
Sadness clings to the hem of my skirt
She aches and burns in me
Her claws digging away at my fragile form
Her cold arms locking around me
Sadness drags her delicate fingers
Through my silky hair
She bangs and stomps and swings
Locked in her own penitentiary
Sadness cries with me
As those who gave her to me wouldn't
Cold, unwanted company
Some strange comfort I find in her
Sadness fights her way
Through my tear-stained skin
Her long hair
Leaving miserable trails behind her
Sadness cries
Her porcelain tears
Flowing like rose petals
Down my own face