ballad of jane doe

She always leaves herself behind,
She even leaves her name.
The street would take that, too, she knows.
She tucks it safe away.

She pulls the smile out from her purse;
And hides her heart inside.
Her soul she lost two years ago
And, yes, that night she cried.

She sold too much, she knows
that now, but no one asks or cares.
She’s faceless on the corner,
In a backseat or back stairs.

A week or month or day from now
They’ll find her lifeless frame.
Batt’red, bruised, long gone, long dead,
Last name "Doe," first name "Jane."