“You will work for your every worth so damn hard, precious.”
Empty eyes
Colder than Irish skies on the coldest of October evenings
Stealing away her everything
One drunk and talentless stranger at a time
Those very same eyes prised atrociously closed
Ten utterly forgettable moments
Early doors oh so against her will it’s ain’t even funny
Never was
And now guess what, a piercing and frightful rumble in her adolescent tummy