Pink Bedroom Slippers
In the wee hours of the morning traveling
Looking for sanctuary a place to refresh
In a terminal haunted with spirits and souls
Trapped in limbo between life and death
Her name is unknown
No face
All that shows are her pink bedroom slippers
Her body hidden
Encased in silver of her throne
This place she calls home
(c) 2010 Lela Jefferson -
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