Corruption

Colours of a flower patch pattern her skin,
A beautiful reminder of unpleasant kin.
Another victim of the everyday obscene.
A girl of only seventeen.

A callous reality conceives lustful eyes,
Beckoning the hands of men on her thighs.
Purity stained is impossible to clean.
A woman of only seventeen.

There is a loneliness no poison can still,
Though she tried with every dust and pill.
And when they found her she was a sight to be seen.
A corpse of only seventeen.