Today it rains. It always rains here.
A girl removes her raincoat and steps off the curb.
Lashes blink black mascara. Beauty meets Death.

Our heads turn. Her neck twists.
A car pulls over and traffic trickles through.
Everyone slows down to see Beauty.

Beauty sees Death. She steps off the sidewalk.
We hear a screech before black mascara bleeds.
Something in her snaps. We look away.

Today it rains. It always rains here.
Beauty snaps. She unbuttons her zebra-striped raincoat.
We watch her hand kick under a wheel and wave.