"CHLOE FLANAGAN" by Ryan Pollard

She steps out of her terrace,

She has no mind or place.

Nobody believes her,

Nobody ever sees her,

Nobody hears her call.

She has no place to go,

Or any friends to see.

Just a man at home,

Drinking Stella by three.

She's drinking tea alone.

She feels she's losing it,

She's all out of tears.

She's had enough of it,

She pushed him down the stairs.

She grabbed the electric razor,

Shaved off her ginger hair.

Got herself out of Crewe,

Got some nice tattoos,

Grew a red mohawk too.

Now she's a cage fighter,

Her piercings so silver,

Gleaming off headlights,

After those brutal fights.

She's hand-in-hand with her,

But it's not what you think.

They have the same man,

Whips and gags in plan.