The Overlook

 
She smelled like gum and cigarettes
holding the edge of the car door
as Her senses became dulled
witless visitors shuffled nearby
in tones of taciturn pillaging
they who needed this image
thought only of the breaking vista
snapping the pictures clipping on frames
not the broken woman, clinging
to free falling gasps
leapt over steps
She stared deep into the gorge
knowing it was Hers someday
and She would take the plunge
for right now in the present
She rested, puffing on
another lucky strike
grateful She hadn't hit bottom