Rainy

Without purpose
She ran into the rain
No longer knowing
If she can fix her brain
Nobody knows
Quite how to fix it
She sits in the road
Contemplating her life's fit
Cars pass by
Throwing up puddles
Everything she tries to love
She destroys and muddles
Dripping and laughing
Our psychotic saint
She curls up and hides
Smearing streaky warpaint