The Girl on The Park Bench

The girl on the park bench was looking to the heavens

As if for salvation.

Savior, perhaps, from the torrential feeling in her gut.

The girl on the park bench inhaled her cigarette to the filter.

As she seemed to do with most things.

Play them out to the very edge of safety.

The girl on the park bench was wearing faded jeans, with a faded soul;
The sadness in her eyes - her defining feature.
Legs crossed, hair perfectly askew.

The girl on the park bench:

A girl on the edge of salvation.