Delaina Cobb

Her name was Delaina Cobb.
An ugly name, so freakishly unique,
one she erased away.
What records with her name that had been
were burned.
Stern black juices refreshed her I.D wearily,
something such as "Jenny Deer" or "Elaine Foe".

She had dirty brown hair
in all its iridescent shades,
that she later had died blonde.
The knots acted as a net
for all manner of things,
she would leave it lazily as a birds nest, so unclean.
Of course all the shapes and sizes she had them in
were ripped out long ago
by a stylish plastic brush.

Crashing and clashing colours
covered and coated the rags she wore,
rainbow waves infected the gashed gown.
Design so plainly fine rapidly replaced what she'd worn,
she could so easily afford the extra ink symbols
after some of her ink ran off her,
digits falling by the dozen.

Her skin tone was a mouldy grey,
an over exposure to all those foreigners,
yellow and brown suns had baked her face
and her brain.
Still, she solved that simply,
the good old gold of brand new orange
stripped her sickly shade.
Her eyes seemed to get some of the tan too.

Her name was Delaina Cobb.
She had an icky beauty about her.