Goodbye, Mary Jane.

Goodbye, Mary Jane.

Porcelain tears are shattered along the dampened street,
As scarlet blood runs down her weakened throat,
Her hand is gripped tightly onto your goodbye note,
With ink smearing onto her ivory palms of deceit.

Crooked footsteps are imprinted into the wet sand,
Beneath an empty swing still rocking side to side,
And there's a bottle of vodka that she swallowed with her pride,
The day that he walked away and let go of her hand.

A bullet with your name is engraved into her tattered brain,
As the rain falls down and washes her memory away,
Her wretched heart stops beating from your betray,
With rusted tears - - we mourn to our friend Mary Jane.

© Jenna Elphick
October 20, 2006.