Oh young, on the day she turns
over a new leaf, sun-damaged
veins, shrivelled death
six-feet to go, to sleep,
to walk in to
her dreams, flat-lined
sex, drawn out of virgin
delirium
strawberry fields in
fast decay, on the day
she turns, sixteen
nights after the drunken man
is fast asleep
on the edge,
on metal terror
pumping through her
veins
this is the one,
the hidden light,
night fury flies past her eyes
everything is tight
blood crushes blood, through
life-less young eye lids
she cries, he’s too fast,
a shrivelled raisin on black top
oh young, that night, and what it means,
the night takes, the air
rips
open, stealing her lungs on the day
she turns.
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