
I am a “what.”
The media asks “what” I am wearing.
I am photo shop.
Instagram filters.
Clever wit on Twitter, one forty letters or less.
I am nameless.
A face he sends Snapchat nude requests
when his girlfriend’s cross country
and he needs release.
I am legs,
curvy ass,
breasts peeking out from a V-neck black dress.
I am impractical red heels.
Dark lipstick smeared on my chin after too many cocktails.
I am collapsed at the toilet.
Weeping after he found another nameless face.
She answered his sultry questions with more wit than I.
I wake in a stupor of “What have I done?”
when the question should be
“Who?”
What a great piece…
Thank you! π
Very nice. π
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This says it quite well.
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Not to dispute Hank, Jr. but everyone gets “prettier” at closing time.
Haha nice!
Brilliant. Well composed and thought provoking
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Reblogged this on The Wallflower Chronicles.
Thanks again for reblogging!
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Wow! Just……wow!
Aw, thank you! π
Such beautiful words. I cannot wait to read more.
Stan
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. π
Very thought provoking. π
Thank you so much! π