Violet’s sisters

Violet’s Sisters …. by MBrazfieldM

words less spoken

as the cars go by

we sit on the corners

of the public walkways

under tattered canopies

that used to be hanging gardens

and fields of golden straw

our chiffon gowns encrusted with

are dwindled to greasy rags

crystal chandeliers and exquisite

transformed to milk crates and
cardboard boxes

dignity and the strength of spirit
stand tall while

we grow accustomed to darkness

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