The Writer’s Girl

English: The Distrest Poet
English: The Distrest Poet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Sirens careen in the night


dogs bay at full bright moon


that shines down on the crowd


gathered round the scarlet lipped


darling bleeding out in the street


every one knew her, she belonged


to that fellow who fancied himself


a writer, yes, he thinks he’s a writer


no one noticed before just how lovely


the writer’s girl truly was, look at her now


like a porcelain doll all made up, poor thing


so beautiful with eyes painted lips shining


the moonlight brings out the beauty in death



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