White Girl

The white girl came to an expected end
after she took Charlie as a friend.
There was only one way for her to go
when she slid that slope of snow.

You could plainly see her slow demise
with dilated pupils and reddened eyes.
Her lack of appetite and loss of weight,
incessant talking which wouldn’t abate.

She ground her teeth and couldn’t keep still
and giggled on to her next tripping pill.
Rhubarb and custard, and snappers too
left her vomiting and asleep in the loo.

Everyone knew that this couldn’t go on,
but she was out of it and too far gone.
One morning she was found out of her head
and died of an overdose in a hospital bed.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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