Something Different...
She
tight black shoes
and tight red dress
sucking a dying cigarette
watching the world with
dead etiquette
the epitomies
of all she isn't
holes where eyes
used to be
a vacuum of time
an "it" not a she
unnoticed by all
admired by few
"bad girl" since birth
but they never knew
transparent to those
who seek to find gold
offering only
her ashes and coal
selling her soul
buying it back
with hope in her holes
of love that she lacks
and if the cold comes
God knows where she'll be
but they'll never care
she's an it
not a she
tight black shoes
and tight red dress
sucking a dying cigarette
watching the world with
dead etiquette
the epitomies
of all she isn't
holes where eyes
used to be
a vacuum of time
an "it" not a she
unnoticed by all
admired by few
"bad girl" since birth
but they never knew
transparent to those
who seek to find gold
offering only
her ashes and coal
selling her soul
buying it back
with hope in her holes
of love that she lacks
and if the cold comes
God knows where she'll be
but they'll never care
she's an it
not a she