Part I

she's there
she's wrapped
in a silver mood
in a crochet web
of solitude

she's silent
she's watching
with a deathly gaze
her prey

she's cold
she's alone
abandoned by her mother
at the age of fourteen

she's lost
she's within
a twenty year old's
widows web

Part II

she has long black hair
cheeks blushed pink on pale skin
a face ready for war
her thick lashes coated twice
with mascara armour
emphasise sad loss in her blue eyes
she's hardened to the crowd
mourners consoling her with their guilt
no one really cared but him
her father was laid to rest today
she told me he never knew
she told me

Part III


"fifty pounds to suck cock"
she said
it was to pay her rent

I wept that night
after the first time
on her behalf