When the clock strikes midnight
I will not flee the scene.
I will stand before you
As my dress disintegrates
Into an oversized Tee
Perfume replaced with sweat.
You will choose your future
At the end of the night
Because I
Am my own fairy godmother
And I break
My own spells.
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Soft Eyes Jagged Nails
PoetryI hunt for words The same way I shop for clothes I sift through racks in thrift stores Because that is where The gems hide. I will find boring words, And ugly words There are also the ones That would be exquisite in someone else's mouth But don't...
