Shivering in a jacket much too thin
for this night of sleet and freezing rain
She wanders in mad dog attack darkness
feeling for the strength to step one
more feeble step, knowing panic
well enough to call it by its first name
She had felt the approaching void
screamed to God, but his cell was
out of minutes, as many times before
Insanity rode her like a jockey
who was hell-bent-for-leather
Given a treasured bus pass, she rode
the streets of Nowhere and End-of-the-line
Had to find a place to sleep
Had to hide away
Safe place, no rapes tonight
At a familiar stop she descends
the steps of her mobile champion
Home called her
Home was there
just up the street
before the trees
Pausing on the sidewalk she watched
the Dale Kincaid lights in her home -
that was hers no more
She chose him, married him, so
tough luck, baby
you