Woman in White
Korinne Dunn
Proud chin, she holds the key
to her own damn purity.
She guards it with the same eyes
she uses to look down on you.
She is not made of lace,
she is not made of porcelain;
she wears these frills against
the cold.
She buttons her shawl against
the judgement.
She closes herself
to you
to find peace
from you.