She lies helpless, crushed beneath fatigue,Barely even mentally aware;Nothing left to bolster her intrigue;She just waits to be no longer there.
Lamenting all the wasted, misspent youth,She's dying without help, and without friend, Swallowed by the terror of the truth:Everything is ugly in the end.
'Please come back,' she whispers in the dark, 'I'm so scared, I don't know what to do...The pain is a relentless, hungry shark--Poet please -- I'm so lost without you...'
Hours and hours she lies there weak, beset,'Til finally, a low voice: "My Juliet."
- Jack