Lucinda Barnes

In the shadow of rusted trailers, she reigns, A princess in denim, with dreams in chains. Daughter of a Dixie Mafia king, Her life a twisted, gothic string. Stars above, but none in her eyes, Midwestern nights, filled with lies. If born elsewhere, she'd shine so bright, A Holly Golightly in the neon light. Whispers of secrets, in the humid air, Her kingdom of gravel, a throne of despair. She dances with ghosts of what could've been, In a world of sin, where dreams grow thin. Her laughter echoes, a haunting sound, In the land where hope is rarely found. A beauty trapped in a cage of fate, A star dimmed by the weight of hate. She walks the line of night and day, In a place where shadows come to play. A trailer park princess, lost in time, Her story told in whispered rhyme.