Picture by Fee Easton
A princess
She:
Endeavored in smoke rings
& used syringes
She,
Ghostly translucent figure
Nothing left but the veins
Between her toes & her fingers
She,
Rode the devil's dick
Heard her scream as
She, cums
On love on life
On all she had that was once "perfect"
She,
Wore the crown of innocence
But her boring teenage years
Filled with fear were over
Her long legs were persistent
She,
Laying on the gums
Her grounds were breaking
With each breath of decaying enamel
Slowly cracking
She,
The teeth that bit her tongue
Now in the palms of her hands
Along with the tar of her last cigarette
She,
Putrid body was impeccable
Now seeing truth
Blurred,
© 2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
7 comments:
Wow. This would sound really good read; kind of like a beat poem with the single word repetitions of She. The details associated with drug use lend depth to a vivid portrait of a wasted princess.
Powerful stuff. I agree it would work well read aloud.
This happens to a lot of girls, and boys from this socially economically deprived area. It's a shame, but their bodies are found on matresses tossed by the wayside by some dick. This repetition of she just drilled it home, she was someone's daughter, someone's little girl. Nice write blokie!
Brilliantly imaginative and intensely evocative.
Form and feeling perfectly aligned. Well crafted, James.
A life living on the edge - leaves beauty, tarred and ragged...and to think choices made in the past may have presented a different picture....bkm
Pornoriffic, poetic, effective, edgy.
one of my favorites of yours thus far.
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