Her Only Way Out

Rejected Defected A hopeless case Lost, drifting Vanished without a trace Sorrowing, woeful Mired in despair Anguished Frustrated Tearing out fistfuls of her hair Lonely, yearning Trapped in solitude Hoping for a pitying hand To raise her up and help her stand Desperate, on edge Whirling this way and that Frantic, caged Like a hissing wild cat Untamed, undisciplined An unbroken horse No kindness, no softness Her spirit so unyielding and coarse Is there any hope for her now? To whom can she turn? Who would want this rebel child...? Who can lure her in from the wilds? Perhaps there is nothing left for this witch But the muzzle of a gun, Pressed to her cheek, The squeeze of a trigger So obliging and meek And the crack of the bullet Splintering her skull The closing eyes The graceful fall And then... The bloody bittersweet end of it all