By Annabel Lee
Date: 11 July 1998

My Attic

there is an attic inside my head
 where I store all the bitter
   and sweet things you said
    the dust has gathered
     and cobwebs hang
   on the kisses you gave
    and the songs
 you sang
I go up in my attic
 to scare away the mice
  but they stay and play
 because the view is nice
   but they can't eat the things
  I store
because everything is poisoned
  to the core