Lucretia sits on the railroad track,
wearing high-heel boots and dress of black.
As the whistle blows, she turns her back.
It's one way out of a life on crack.
She's way too young for her life to end.
Her course is set on a downward trend.
With no one left she can call a friend,
her spirit's shattered and it won't mend.
Home was no place she wanted to stay.
She sealed her fate when she left that day;
only fifteen and a runaway,
victim of men who stalked her like prey.
With a sexy body and pretty face,
a big city slum's a scary place,
where liquor and drugs are commonplace,
and innocent girls can fall from grace.
Offered by a pimp a place to stay,
at a pretty penny price to pay,
her soul seared like a withered bouquet,
leaving her dreams in dire disarray.
So now she sits on a railroad track,
wearing fish-net hose and dress of black.
She has a bag, but she won't unpack.
When she leaves this time, she'll not be back.
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Author Notes
Picture from my writing group
9-9-9-9 rhyme scheme AAAA, BBBB, etc.
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