The girl sits in the shade and doesn’t let the sun burn her pale skin.
She sips tea and reads novels and plants flowers.
She wears the modest clothes and always remembers to say “please” and “thank you”.
She allows no vile thing before her eyes and her mind is clean and new.
She waits patiently in queues and smiles even when she’s sad.
The flowers bloom all around her and the birds sing happy songs.
One day, she tires of this.
She sits in the sun and burns.
She drinks some wine and reads a trashy magazine and ignores the garden.
She throws on a skimpy outfit and decides to be rude for once.
She starts to wonder what different men looks like under their clothes.
She huffs and gets angry when she’s made to wait.
The flowers aren’t even noticed anymore.
Then that grows boring, too.
Where to from here?
Monday, 1 November 2010
Not sure how to describe this one. Hopefully it speaks for itself.