Molly White

Aged Beauty.

 

            See how she stretches her carcass under the sun while they gawk at her satin thighs and fine lines.  She could have been a Helen, clutching her veins and scattering her vanity on the battlements of Troy, watching thousands and thousands of men bleed for her.  What a thrill that must have been, and who secretly wouldn’t desire that kind of gutty attention?

            Oh Molly White.

            She is like soft candy to them and their mouths water.  But just wait.  Wait for her to choke on a backward prayer as time prepares the field for a harvest…

            Yes.  One day Molly White will wake up with wrinkles for masquerade and jaundice for beauty and they’ll all let out the dusty air in their lungs, thanking god they finally get to bury that shredded face of hers…

            She never was much fun anyway. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Molly White story was very good. Compare her to Helen was outstanding. Your poetry always is powerful and with internal stories. The story of Helen was best version I have ever heard. You are a talented writer. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote