Thursday, June 15, 2017

Day 7: Pretty Girl

Pretty girl
the one who come up to the glass of my body 
Who sees a museum of artifacts to marvel at 
who is here for the performance of my vulnerability. 

Pretty girl 
Loves my microphone chest 
Lusts over my salt
hungers for the tenor of my voice

Pretty girl
With your straight ridge back 
And your lightning eyes 
Ive spent too many years culling your attention

Pretty Girl
i am not coming back
for more

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