Copyrighted© 1998 Stacey _____

"Itıs just like spraying

mace in my hands

How kind and thoughtful

you let me rub it in myself

You run from me in hell

Iım not blind you missed my eyes

every time I try to soak them

it hurts it makes me cry

My tears build up

slows my crawl to a slower crawl

but it does not slow you down

itıs invisible as I am to you

You drink and drink

you grow fatter"

Copyright © 1998 Stacey _____