....facial features, imprinted on a 2 way street. where the shops close early, and talking is strangled by the wires. the wires that are silent, yet too loud. faded imprints and loosely fit clothing, that was sold for a nickel, that was all she was worth. a nickel, etched with copper and alluminum, no more real than the the color of wind. sleeping is fit for the sick, the well live off of their pills and their drinks. handprints that are painted red, and guilt that is overriding all logic. jealousy that takes the place of happiness. all are intwined in these facial features, these faded features, while I let her slip even further, into the pool of the past and of lost dreams, lost innocence....