Her black leather pants
cling to her small womanly curves
her top is low-cut
her shiny black boots have high heels
she is draped lusciously over a black motorbike
her sensuality is disturbed only by a look of hatred
a very cold look
making her otherwise pretty face
sad and depressing
the bottle in her hand is empty
already that happiness has gone
her hard eyes glare at the sun
as if blaming it for her misfortune
of still being alive
