Saddened mask of yesterdays make up
Tousled hair and shrunken veins
The tinselled high life long forgotten
In her world of constant pain
~
Selling her favours for a pittance
Placating a demon that never rests
Petty crimes, begging letters
Sunken beauty, sagging *******
~
Living with the beast within her
Ringing sweat from every pore
Demanding, pleading, ever feeding
That always open hungry maw
~
New Cross station Monday morning
Bored commuters, London rain
Poppy killed her screaming torment
Underneath the city train.