She draws deepthroat wishes
with every footstep closing
in. She pulls a million years
of baggage tied with lace
to her fingertips. I promised
they were double knotted- she
made me swear and I swore
She is approaching me with
beautysmiles and lips lustrous
and purple with mistakes she'll
never admit she made. I
catch each breath, hoping
maybe she'll take my gift with
open eyes, I'm so tired of
her accepting with her tongue
tight and her mouth
He has no front teeth. A nineteen year old boy with no front teeth. Read more »
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The girl has angel wings,
a gleaming essence
and fragrance like a rose.
Insecurity streams around her,
a veiled barrier to the outside world.
A semblance of uncertainty--
Should I do this, or not...
Tranquility lingers about,
only seconds away from intervention.
Trepidation falters around the girl,
and she might as well be shaking.
The woman’s beret slips to the side,
her duffel bag weighing her down.
Each step is a second closer,
a breath nearer,
and just a letter away.
Walking down these streets,
twisting and turning
with nowhere to go,
but on and on away from all her fears
Long since left her home,
she wanders through an urban jungle,
one that none should have to ever live in
because these streets are now her home
and she wanders them endlessly
with her duffel bag and her thoughts and hopes
for a better tomorrow,
for there has to be something better than this,
there must be a reason for her life.