pain in life; was well acquainted with

a thing called discomfort - it followed

her through life like a derailed train.

She lied with deceitful eyes, while her

hands appeared to be busy stabbing

friends in the back; she had a bar of

soap with the image of Mother Mary.

Showered with it daily in hopes of

washing away all her sins; but they

were too far ingrained - her purity

was anything but childlike.

Her 'innocence' was measured out

in minutes, her fear in seconds

For protection, liked to carry a

Jack Knife in her sweaty hands.

Big woman walking in the park

now - Jack Knife of all trades

What was about to happen to

her, she didn't have a clue.

A masher came along and Jacked

her up - now she found herself lying

in the dark, bleeding to death; was

buried the next day - unmarked grave.

No one came to visit, only her deceased

mom; "If you're lonely, you can talk to me;"

But it was too late - her soul had already

gone to Hell; all came about from neglect.

'2008' RLS