Wind whips around my face

And I, the passerby

Am the casualty of your torrid madness.

You couldn't take the time to warn me

That I'd be swept away

My heart thrown to the hounds

Your wants and needs takings over.

I was young and pure and innocent, once

So short and so long ago

I caught you at a bad time;

I was the first female thing to come into your line of sight

Since last you saw her back.

And so it was that I was chosen

I didn't realize

This new and foreign passion

Was too fierce to be more than your


And now I lie here broken

Smashed to pieces on the floor

A cracked and chipping china doll,

My eyes pried out and pawned

By you, who called me lover.




One ice tear on my cheek.