Sally Oh

she had madness in her mind

and bullets on her breath.

taking every moment passing by as

a second closer to death.

the cracks begged to be crusted over

in her crazy, corrupt brain:

she itched and traced her tired veins

washing them with rotten rain.

to people on the street she was

just another girl, just another face

but they all felt the same to her

just a different mob, just a different place.

she was never at home

she was never at rest

is life really worth

all of my best?

she wondered helplessly

why she couldnʼt make tears

she waited every moment until

finally she could disappear.

and the cold sun set on her spare day

the smile on her corpse gave it all away.