Queen of the Night
By Rof Cau
The hardness of her life shows In the sad smile on her face Around which shiny hair once flowed Now her cheap lipstick and paint Cannot hide her suffering and age Her eyes barely veil her pain From endless nights chasing After something she can't really explain Yet somehow it made it so hard to survive This battle that turned out to be her life On her shoulders a heavy crucifix: All the wrong choices she made It stalks her like a cruel beast In every second of her life still left In memories that weighs her down like lead And still it gnaws on her withering soul a carnivore at leftovers after a filling feast Epilogue: One cold winter morning she was found: "an aged hooker dressed in bright red" by a paperboy doing his rounds He found her lying cold and dead On the corner of a french boulevard While no-one cared and some even laughed The paperboy will forever be haunted By the sad smile Death couldn't take away Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 04:31 AM PST 0 • 9
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"The hardness of her life shows..."