She smiled
Youthful
Energy
The innocence
That attracted
Nothing innocent
That would feed
Consume
Carnal
Wonton pleasures
Dark back alley holiday
Her song
Her tragedy
Used
Abused
Rent and sold
Is their love
In happenstance
The soft touch
Prestige porcelain skin
Haunted Hungry
The reflection of death
Betrays you
Frail rail body
Wire arms cold legs
John and Pawns
Exchange monies
For a chance to feel
Alive
A cost that
Loses sanity
Poor little shiny toy
Lost glimmer in time
Trashcan roommates
Lined like tin soldiers
Protect her through
Foggy London nights
Final scene
As the curtain falls
HE
Silently emerges from
Thick ink Black shadows
Intent a glint
A flash of steel
A tragic end
Hushed scream
Signature carved
Ripped in to her
Velvet skin
By the Jack
Of Whitechapel
1888
*(Matthew Bowers)* ~93
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