Blue, Red, Black-Colors Of This Day
Blue! Red! Black!colors of this day
Screaming sirens blaring in the morning air.
No need to rush for its too late.
She was dead when the maid got there.
Who was she;
not What was she
a woman, a daughter, a sister, a mother
she was a person who was loved
at one time or another.
She had hopes and dreams of living
a life that was beautiful and bright.
But she took a turn down the wrong road
that left her forever in the darkness of night.
The toe tag just called her Jane Doe;
a nameless blot of ink on the paper;
nothing more than a number in a file
as the coroner covered and draped her.
Listed among her belongings
were a black slip, red lipstick, and a book
no purse, no address, no money
just a broken necklace and that look...
of death; that color of gray
the body bruised and battered
the lips purple, cracked, and swollen
the hues of a life that was shattered...
by the man who's name is listed there;
there in the book found on the floor,
under the bed where he took her life,
before he staggered out the motel door...
kathy lockhart
6/29/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-07-30 at 05:09
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