Day 8: 8th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO
Her house was beautiful, sparkling clean
Free of clutter.
She took such care, with such pride.
Every nook every corner glistened
She desperately wished, her heart was free
Of the sins she had committed.
Which scattered around her soul
No matter how many vases she polished,
How many curtains she changed
The depths of her soul
Was strewn with the cluttered fragments
Of her past.