Seventeen

When she was seventeen,
All the boys wanted to part
her pretty set of legs.
Sometimes she'd drink Sky Blue
with electric-violet speed pills
--With perfect scars on her wrists
--Believed that Death is so beautiful.
She ran naked one night, wearing
nothing but iridescent glitter and
red lipstick.
Don't forget about her angel wings with...
steel black feathers.
When she was seventeen,
she thought that she was only
seven miles away from the sun
She ran on the railroad tracks,
hoping to meet a glass train.
With her wings and a bridge ahead
of her, she swan-dove into the
infinite abyss of oblivion,
with the screaming world behind her.

© Miss Kitty T, 2003
(No touchy, it's mine.)