I lost my shit tonight
On the floor in the middle of the
Pleasantville Inn
I woke up in the hands of strangers
Worried and concerned
And they didn’t even know me.
Compassion transcends this awkward
Situation, I guess.
Me, regaining consciousness,
Cracking jokes flat on my back
Amber, terrified, whiter than
A bottle of elmer’s glue,
Standing to the side trying not
To see.
The message was clear:
My battalion of patient guardian
Angels gave me a taste
Of the end of the road
I’ve been traveling on,
While I still have time to
Turn around and choose again.
posted march 17,2008 on her myspace page only days before she died
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