she bends her legs once more, her knee caps begin to stutter.
her mouth is lined with red, she wears it for her lover.
nails trimmed but sharp, ready to turn on her very own.
because in a girls world, claws can tear through hearts of stone.
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
