Bourbon flavored pearls.
The color for the night,
And morning.
Pawn-shop Seduction,
Written in sex across her pale skin.
Cherry blossom horror
Smeared across parted lips.
With Barbie doll ideals
Stuffed into a monochromatic mentality.
Stiletto nightmares,
Tapping out the death song.
Where rain drop kisses no longer linger.
Graveyard shift,
And midnight scorned.
A performer for the stars.
The stage is set
As cast chosen.
Moonbeam promises
That mean less than nothing,
Even before they were made.
So tonight you’re his goddess…
But tomorrow his garbage.
Recognition dull in his face.
Ashamed,
Of his precious mistake.
That he will continue to make
With the next Pretty Penny.
Waking beside strangers bedsides,
Because God and nothing,
Have more in common than you wish to know.
Dirty fingernails
Just means a job finished, Doll.
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This has to be one of my favorites by you. First off, the title captured me- it seems playful which is a little ironic for the topic and overall aesthetic to the poem; but I love that type of thing.
I can't believe how many of your poems don't have comments. That's simply ridiculous. Your work is much better than mine and yet you have no critiques. They're just jealous, I swear.
Okay, sorry for rambling, back to the work: I'd quote the lines that I think are the best, but then I'd just have to copy and paste the whole thing.
This is an incredibly delicious poem. Loved every line, word, article.
For me, this has such a mature tone to it, I don't know what it is. Love it.
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