The Goth Chick
Dark of hair, pale of skin
Chin cupped in fishnet-gloved palm
The Goth girl sits on the stairs,
An object of brooding calm.
Pierced eyebrow raised in boredom
Black lips drawn to reveal a mocking sneer
She taps a combat boot-clad foot
Deaf to many a jeer.
Who is she, beneath the shadowy façade?
Behind the obstinate, indifferent wall?
Is she any different on the inside?
Will she divulge her secrets at all?
