it came out of the purple blue
she named what we all knew was true
her words were laced with regret
as she felt the words diminish the prison of self neglect
what she said was not for the fainthearted
it showed the raw grinding hurt of what we only imagined
and we only imagined but a splinter of that fateful awful night
when childhood ceased and was replaced by fright
we salute her for uncovering the memory hold
she seems at peace and we now deal with what stiches came loose
from the garment sewed in a moment of manic wrong
we replace the threads in colour coded order
....and imagine her new happy colourful border
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