National Poetry Month Challenge - a poem a day. Poem 1. Olive Hill

Hello, this is the beginning of a one month challenge, 30 poems, 1 each day for the month of April. I look forward to receiving any comments or feedback, which would be much appreciated.

Olive Hill

Olive Hill was a child through and through
Her green cats eyes gazed like spies
Her nose was crooked and her tongue black
Webbed feet and a hunched back
She did not fit in, was unloved
and believed that her life was a dream
When she finally woke up
her mouth was rosebud,
her face serene
She was a child again,
eating ice cream with daddy.
He melted away into nothing.
And from that day onwards Olive knew
no one would hurt her again.
She had died that day with her dreams.
A village girl of 22.
She walked alone with her hunched back
Ready to crack
open a can or two
of white lightening
which was frightening
in a concoction of drugs,speed, weed and cocaine.
She was a lover of Kurt Cobaine and
went the same way,
Her mum disowned her wild child stray,
Until Olive Hill
went for the kill
The bitterest pill.
The sweetest last breath
before
death.