potato girls are born
from laughter and smiles,
from a love too swollen,
from endearing styles.
lived a sheltered life
beneath the soil and dirt
when brought outside,
they'd be easily hurt.
easily skinned alive
by sharpened claims
then felt petrified
as they lit up the flames.
sliced and diced them up
to a mutilated mess
then dipped them in oil
and left them to rest.
emerged from the pan
a thin, stupid french fry
felt so stylish and pretty,
demoralised with a sigh.
just another bitch
who left her morals askew
another potato girl
another one cut through.
A/N: This is a collaboration between me and OnlyOneWhoCaresxx and it revolves around the theme "potato". But I bet you could probably tell that from the title.
OnlyOneWhoCaresxx has written her own interpretation of the theme and published it in her book "Dear Mentally Insane", so please do check it out. :) Trust me when I say she writes extremely well.
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