battered

 

 i gave up on you once your busted brain hit the pavement

you were such a pretty soul with a soiled body to match

some people would call you a masterpiece

but every bit of me knew that you were a walking mistake

 

you will never remember anything

you were nothing but a skimpy body pumped of drugs that pranced in heels

only to catch the attention of your killer

 

he thought you were something special

didn’t he?

you thought he was the perfect candidate

with the perfect amount of pocket change

 

he was your maker that night

he took you to a place you’ve been a thousand times

expect this time it was your last

 

the injection wounds on your skin still lay there

the only thing moving around you is the blood seeping from under your cracked skull

 

the spilt of your skin isn’t so flattering

maybe you should cover it up with makeup

 

except your purse is in his back seat

along with your last breathing moment

 

you were a perfect thing

you were