Plans

Fifteen years old,
She knows what she’s doing with her life.
She’s got plans.
She’s had them for years, tucked in the back of her head.
She knows where she’ll be in just twenty more years.
She knows her method, knows her spot.
She’s got a date with her dealer for eleven o’clock sharp.
She’ll do something fantastic a few years down the road,
Grab a needle,
Shoot her blood full of heroin.
Take her knife and slit her wrists,
Radius right down to the joint.
Because that’s all there is for her.

She’ll be sleeping under the ground by the time she’s thirty.