Inside An Hour.
"Inside an hour she was dead.
Her halo hung in the starry, starry night.
She had finally done it this time.
She was aware of the heat, the hum of summer bugs, the trick
and trickles of sweat at the forehead,
the bangs she never foresaw.
She was a chalkboard for what he couldn't hear.
She was a heart stalled on a dare.
She thought she would live forever inside an hour.
Inside an hour, she was dead.
A still oozing mush and must she?
60 times her beatings cut in half.
The things she did to do something.
While men want something to be, she
needed to do to stop doing."