Ode to Cindy
Cindy was 15
when she
decided
to run away
to Texas.
Auburn hair,
fresh-faced,
freckled complexion.
Vibrant and alive.
A raspy, sexy voice.
A trusting, sweet,
kind smile.
Cindy was a
beautiful
youthful girl,
inside and out.
We'd smoke,
drink and
dream together,
while sitting
on
concrete steps.
Never lovers.
Just teens.
commiserating,
through blood-shot eyes.
While airplanes
passed above.
Texas had
plans
for Cindy.
Big plans.
It gave her a pimp
and fucked her
til it hurt.
And fucked her
some more.
And it beat her,
over and over again.
Leaving her
youthful face (the money)
free from bruising
free from scars.
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poem by Tim Labbe
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