russian roulette

miss Sunday
Author: miss Sunday
Word Count: 92
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Don’t kid yourself you’re a kid. Kiddo. Though we like your suspenders and garter belt. Come around again sometime and bring your sunshiney future. No. No promises. We don’t expect you to stay long being a sparrow, a sunshiney sparrow.

One day you’ll feel lifes black-coal unfair dismissive no future cloudy blotting unrepenting unrelenting ugly push on your creme caramel Absinthe Poster pin-up body.

And then Ill light you.

Then Ill call you Russian Roulette. And you won’t be not half as sexy no more.

russian roulette

pretty, sarcastic, romance poem

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