Torn

[Lily]

girl, alone
sits on her unmade bed and
ponders her self worth

sad music in the
background and a familiar
rainbow rug on the floor are
blurred with watery thoughts

she knew last night how much
her soul was worth
and for now it lies between
rumpled sheets

she knows it now, the
unspoken cost, but like
sentimental baubles, no one
recognizes the value of the girl
except the girl

this sudden poverty weighs
heavily as she waits for the
next appraisal
and the doubt sets in
even though she knew
this would happen