Where She Has Been

She wasn’t much,
This battered soul.
Her life had spun
Out of control.
 
The pain she’d known
Had shattered her.
Life passed her by
In frozen blur
 
Of dirty streets
Throughout the night
Of endless men
And neon light,
 
Of high heeled shoes
And bitterness
That all life seemed
This ugly mess.
 
Now she is gone
And no one’s cried
Or cared if she
Has lived or died
 
Except those at
A murder scene
Who try to trace
Where she has been.
 
© 2012  Pam H. Murray