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
Shannon Paskaruk, 5 months ago
ooo, I like it. Very well written!
miss Sunday, 4 months ago
thanks screamqueen!