The Gal

June 7, 2008
Frozen blow
Flow and flow
Causing shivers
Not newly known.

Shadowed shelters surround.
Creak and crack,
Yelp and break
Death in their wake.

Among the weak wooded town
A gal walks around,
Graced with a frown.
Pale legs scarred with blood and tears,
The gal stumbles on metallic ground.

Barely clothed,
Wearing a coat of scars
The gal stays,
Stays fallen on the harsh ground.

None other passes a glance,
Though many have the chance.
Misery evident,
Agony present
The gal remains silent like a peasant.

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