Briefly Edgar Allan Poe (Madame Williams)

She woke up with mascara that ran down her face like a cliff note to last nights story

Glory peaked from her passive eyes,
While humming birds sang to a lovers goodbyes

Cries rained down the twelfth floor window pane, while pigeons sought cover under a molded frame

Games played near Benning Heights yet no tourist would ever see those sights

Heights crest at the lowest point, 
And two planes dash to flight near Hains Point

Joints lit near an open casket, it took four gun shots to make her unborn son a bastard.

-Clark Speaks