all messed up in blue

Her landscape
was a beach lined tapestry
of overgrown ashtrays
and liquor bottle seashells
that echoed of depressionpills like birdseed littered her floor
and dandelion needles mar kentucky blue

in the corner a pile
of unused phone numbers
from men she never
meant to meet

and as the days fade
to darkness
she walks the tracks of no train
to the station
and waits

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