nothing going Nowhere

She had burns on her arms
And cuts on her wrists–
She had prints 'round her neck
And black and blue ribs–
She was young,
She was old,
She was strong,
She was weak,
A nothing going nowhere,
A star falling down,
A victim left to drown,
A flat-back, fast-track, down-prone, disowned old soul.

Cigarette burns, knife fights,
Weary sighs, warm thighs,
Red lips, throat sores
Sticky fingers and stuffed drawers
She had it all,
She wanted more–

She had burns on her arms
And black and blue ribs.
She was innocent.