An excerpt from my publish-pending Shevil Collection:
This one leaves a trail of dead boys and genital warts as she smokes through town like dust with boots on.
When I forced her to wear a nightgown with an oversized scarlet "A", within a few days it was no longer scarlet but sanguine red. it seems the more you ask of her to change and eventually drop the candy and the sweets, the gumdrops and the dick, the ethyl-alcohol, the toga-parties, the micro-lies, the macro-lies, her sweet-blue eyes, the package she represented that once was and is no longer. because the trust is gone. no matter how hard you lie to yourself and say it isn't. she's as gone as the last boy she trampled.
This one leaves a trail of dead boys and genital warts as she smokes through town like dust with boots on.
When I forced her to wear a nightgown with an oversized scarlet "A", within a few days it was no longer scarlet but sanguine red. it seems the more you ask of her to change and eventually drop the candy and the sweets, the gumdrops and the dick, the ethyl-alcohol, the toga-parties, the micro-lies, the macro-lies, her sweet-blue eyes, the package she represented that once was and is no longer. because the trust is gone. no matter how hard you lie to yourself and say it isn't. she's as gone as the last boy she trampled.