1994

 

Glittering amidst her rhinestones she walks blindly
The rafters support her
The rats weave their tails for her and the winter sun is her halo
Even when
The night presses in at the windows

1994 and the night reigned like terror
There was no moon to speak of
No one to watch her
riding shotgun
All the way to her deathbed
Her bed made with candy cigarettes
Dimestore tiaras and lies
While night pressed in at the windows
Her eyes were the windows to her blood