mod//a work in progress, perhaps

Here's a bad start. I want input as to whether I should leave this alone for a while and come back to it later and finish it...or abandon it as a lost cause.




I could put holes in my chest
for the sins I've commited. My
purity is a festering scab,
a poor excuse, an utter disgrace.

My worth is fleeting--
quickly passing me by, like
a weeping lover on a rainy night,
another weary heart I have retired
to my poor collection.

Copyright: Meagan Jeanette 2005