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Molly
Poems
May 2013
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The dim glow illuminates my face
as I search for the perfect playsuit, perfect dress
or something. Something beautiful.
And everything is. Colours and elastane,
polyester, nylon, lycra.
Peplum, bodycon, strapless.
But the models are all size six,
and you must be pretty to wear a pretty dress.
I'm going to spend a week's wages
on this ******* wedding outfit,
and if you're not impressed
I'm going to ram a slice of cake down your throat
and smile, and catch the **** bouquet.
Will you look at me? Look at me!
I'm a sad, pathetic wreck.
I want to mark my territory. Your neck
will speak for itself.
Will say that I've been there before.
This perfect dress I'm searching for
to be left crumpled on your bedroom floor.
Written by
Molly
Ireland
(Ireland)
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