THE PARK GIRL

The cold,
the blankness of the passers-by,
and the trauma of that night
has bleached her of her colour.
She sits, glaring at the heavens —
not so much in wilful accusation
as by subconscious default.

She is torn and broken,
the abuse of street-life
and escape into drugs
gradually stealing her mind
and soul away from her.

Still, she clings onto that vision,
the pure moment:
the first sight of her child
before…