Mazes of trails only they know.
Where some go the blind,
cannot follow.
Isles of cardboard boxes,
an empty package.
The empty horse,
hellenistic forgotten.
Black and white grainy pictures.
A blue blow fly sits,
in the corner of her eye.
Clothing scattered throughout,
across and around.
A young teenage girl not a man.
laying in the snow, purple blue.
They quietly got on and off.
In a hurry.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-death-and-rape-of-a-younger-woman/
