The Goth in the Rain


She sat on the bench in bare feet and ball gown
With mascara in long sticky fingers dragged down
Her pale cheeks, as the rain slapped her hair round her ears
And her lipstick was blurring her mouth in wide smears.
And I wanted to ask for her story, but she
Grabbed her high heeled shoes tightly to her and screamed.
So I thought better of it. She looked quite insane,
Like a clown that had been out too long in the rain.
So I left her in tears on the bench on her own,
And invented a back-story on the way home.

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