Once, there was a woman,
Faded hair dye, old perfume bottles,
Scuffed leather jacket, lace and killer heels,
A chaotic mind of unorganized musings,
Has given up trying to pick apart stars,
Too old to make wishes on dandelions,
Little sad whispers at night keep her up,
Remembers longer, cries quicker,
Innocence crushed by too-tight fists,
Youth wasted down the drain,
Wore down by sticks and stones,
Words dripped poison into her ears.
She’s older now,
Blood boils in her veins,
Vision clouded by red,
Things did not get better.
