Oh God, I must go to where my beauty lies. They must of hidden in it -- in the bayou... at the bottom, weighed down by ropes and cinder blocks. Drag the waters, you'll find me still crying. Still dying. Already dead. I lost Adam to the night waters, couldn't keep him in anymore...my baby is gone. My son is gone--floating to the top. And the voices speak to me in the dark, "Where's Janie? Where's Janie?" while Momma's crying at the shore.
-posted by Nobius 10:44 AM 