Myrtle Wilson
I had no desire to meet her,
Then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor, and women's voices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of pain,
The party has begun,
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight,
Her life violently extinguished, knelt in the road and mingles her thick dark blood with the dust,
It ripped her open...
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