The ever merciless
She carried her shampooed heart
and perfumed hair, to knot your mercy with the mane of her faith and when she nodded to your tales she was assured fictitious peace and when she denied she was assured harsh reality of every day life. The life has lost it's wine and I laugh at the addict in her heart, thirsty for shame and hungry for embarrassment and often dinning on sufferance. Some curse has always clung to her soul and her laughter was cut too short but she is changing in the unchanged world of occasional cruel rages and She deserves mercy!