Trying to write poetry today

[americankitten]

He's coming
Oh god he's coming
And what he expects of her
Is painted on her face.
The bitter taste
of last night
Is still on her tongue.
Her dark eyes
Are shining in the moment
But he cares to not look into them
He feels the plastic
Sees the tag
Pays the price
Put her on the shelf.
She falls and shatters
All over his floor.

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[llyans-boudoir.livejournal.com]

I'm curious. What could that "bitter taste of last night" be?

Have a MAGNIFICENT MONDAY.

"Today I open my heart and my mind, and allow my good to come to me now. I give my best, and I let Spirit do the rest." --Gail Manishor, RSCP

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Mistress Renata

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[america220.livejournal.com]

that's the mystery of the poem