A year ago
We were the apple of their eyes
Blissfully festering in the corners
Pretending to be shadows without substance
Then
Floaters becoming unavoidable and brash blotches
Eye whites smeared yellow and veined
red
SOB with me
Your Sympathies:
CopyScape
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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February 23, 2011 at 5:18 am
Dhyan
Lady,
I truly love this new voice you present us lately. It suits you not less than the sarcastic, humoristic one, and both are filled with thoughts.
February 23, 2011 at 8:52 am
medicatedlady
Much love and thanks, Dhyan, my tireless supporter.
February 24, 2011 at 8:30 am
Leigh Binder
I must admit that I have been very bad about checking out my friends work out here in cyberspace, yours included. Just sitting here with my coffee, reading your stuff, feeling like we are related.
I agree with D on the voice but it’s something else too. I don’t need to put my finger on it but I dig it..
Peace
February 24, 2011 at 8:39 am
medicatedlady
Thank you much.
And…it’s not just a feeling. We ARE related, aren’t we? Isn’t gloom sometimes stronger than dna?