The little girl who swam with sharks, Receiver clutched in her dead hand, A naked, lonely death in a sterile room, Pill bottles silent witnesses to her end.
Did she jump, or did others push her? Tabloid gossip for the masses to echo, Livid without make-up in the mortuary, Stripped of her last vestiges of privacy.
Her disturbed mother was never there, She had no siblings or a nurturing father, True love and children evaded her grasp, A fragile shell, now a luminary immortal.