little pretty one
glowing skin silk, nothing but
rippled protection
pretty one left years ago
with teeth lined up in a smile
Tag: womenswriting
cunt
tripping over the world racing toward the flicker
leaving friends between the lines
dreaming of halter dresses
becoming less of who I was
my head down in the back
more foot down
a cunt
I’m seeking something to live for
not something to hide behind
