Ms. Hansen sits alone
her dusty pink dress starting to wrinkle
She hungers for someone
anyone
to open her up and love her
or use her
He would extend one claw
Rough and scarred
chewed nails
She’d take it
perfectly manicured
his tongue would taste of spiteful intent
and smoke
The air stinks jovial
Alcohol scalds tongues
She kills brain cells
Only an observer
watching others picked
skirts twirling
dancing
an eternal wall flower
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
Ms. Hansen sits alone
her dusty pink dress starting to wrinkle
She hungers for someone
anyone
to open her up and love her
or use her
He would extend one claw
Rough and scarred
chewed nails
She’d take it
perfectly manicured
his tongue would taste of spiteful intent
and smoke
The air stinks jovial
Alcohol scalds tongues
She kills brain cells
Only an observer
watching others picked
skirts twirling
dancing
an eternal wall flower
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