there she stands
drowning in twilight
pretty as a pistol
the perfect imperfection
wondering if hookers look like hookers
at their open-casket funerals
& whether broken smiles really hide
the tears that bring on bleeding wrists
& there she stands
drowning in silence
a beautiful disaster
the correct misdirection
wondering which way is up
which is down, which to go
& what is left when the world
crashes down around you
& there she stands
drowning in resonance
morbidly gorgeous
the discreetest indiscretion
wondering what to do now
that her fears have overtaken her
& whether taking her own life
will really stop the pain
& there she stands
drowning in her own screams
does anyone hear?
her heart racing, pounding, breaking
does anyone hear?
like a star falling, crashing, burning
does anyone hear?
the wind rustling, whispering lies
does anyone hear?
like a pistol shot in the dead of night
echoing in the surrounding silence
did anyone hear?
like a crushed rose she lies
a heap of stepped-on petals
ripped & broken in the street
bleeding, crying, wondering
why no one heard
dragged back into reality
there she stands on the black pavement
bathed in yellow streetlamp light
listening to her reverberating scream
wondering why no one can hear
there she stands
drowning in midnight
pretty as a pistol
the perfect imperfection.
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