Black Dahlia Poem by Julian Takali

Slick, sly with her silky dark hair
Always around never not there
Her smug grin dressed in skirts of mint
Velvet tops strapped to her pale skin
Oh, a painting through and within!

Then a grim night came to as unexpected as ever

Clamped Beths hands to the hood of his car
Sliced her face in twice leaving a hearty scar
Tugging on her locks while she cried to the moon
Tunes mute to the world
As her black cloud took all she had
Her whim, joy, charm, took her girl

At sunrise on the corner of Leimert Park
Left rotting in two was her broken heart
Split in two, beat to the bone
Etched on her glamour was a Glasgow Smile

So now she walks among us wearing that mask
Fooling us all with a wax laugh
When behind her skull looms the black cloud
Who stole her joy forever
To her ever so real
To all else - a wind felt never
Julian Takali