Finding Hell

She sits alone.
The wind blows around her.
She thinks of the ones she left,
ran away from to become a star.
She thinks of the loneliness of the streets.
The men come and go,
helping her make - what she calls - "An un-honest living".
Did those she left even notice?
She begins to cry.
A fallen angel in the city of angels.
Should she return?
Or should she disappear?
Confused,
Another fallen angel blew her brains out tonight,
searching for heaven....
Finding hell.

10/23/1989