Brittle Girl

She lives fast,
She lives hard,
She wonders what has torn her heart apart.
She won't lock her knees,
'Cause she believes there's no time for ease.
She wants rid of the pain,
but there's no pill, no drink to restrain the ache.
She needs no pity,
Pity causes her to act filthy.
She wears this glory like a cape,
Only to scourge the pain of rape.
She's rough,
She's tough,
She's weak,
She's poor.
Pushing away the water,
Reaching for the heat,
Dry love cracks her bones,
Heavy burden engulfs the heart of stone.