The crystal cave within her mind
a destination she could find
at tunnel's end in shimmer light
a landing, soft, to follow flight
She flew with Lucy in the sky
and tripped with Major Tom on high
the needle kept all thought above
redemption songs of peace and love
The tracks and bruises on her arm
convinced her she was safe from harm
and gave her licence to deny
the pain she felt, big girls don't cry
This wounded lady of the night
who cared for nothing, wrong or right,
who gave her body then her soul,
who made the highs her only goal...
... was found at dawn in icy water
just a “Jane”, not someone's daughter
childhood, youth, her given name
unknown because she lost the game
And so the metal slab and sheet
cocoons her body, bruised and beat
a life concluded in a bag
Identity: a numbered tag
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Author Notes
At last she rests.
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