The Banned Elasticated….
She tightens the band to help the vein,
inserts a dirty needle deep.
pressing the plunger she chases her pain,
not long now she’ll find sleep.

Her body ravaged gaunt abused,
childhood memories she’ll not dream.
Score payed from corners cruised,
she’ll wake tomorrow inside a scream.

A life that was found not chosen,
hard to function from a broken shell.
Body feels like water solid frozen,
liquid hard inside an unyielding hell.

Somewhere maybe awaits the place,
she never dreamt but glimpsed as a child.
Where she could flower inside her grace,
living her life in a freedom rarely spoiled.

Until then she’ll chase then ride the horse,
scant regard for the danger inside each vile.
Each poisonous hit must run it’s course,
maybe just maybe she’ll pass in style.