Little girl,

on the wings of desperation,

flies into

a nighttime destination.

With soft tresses curling

and loudly-spoken lips,

you know full well

the poison you sip.

Everything in you says turn around,


You’re fingers are already blazing;

bang goes the gun.

It’s done.

Your spinning head whirling

around the guilt of your sins.

Picking up fragments of your life that’s unfurling;

so, it begins.

Nobody wins.

Yet, everyone walks away

with basic, human needs met.

What’s there left to say.

No more regret.

I’ll not forget,

though I’ll be on my way.

Until then, unnamed one,

I’ll see you some day.