Bridges Burn

Young men yearn to have their turn to break her heart and keep the pieces.

Souvenirs of their not so hard earned pride and her romantic weakness.

That not so anonymous bodily prowess that she roams the streets with

Has created a demon spread so far in her, there is nothing left to defeat it.

 

Her prizes awarded to boys who have thwarted her quixotic dreams of passion.

A blanket, a bedframe, a prison, keeps her caged in her own dissatisfaction.

The commonality of this painful reality finds her senses dull to her actions.

It was too long ago that she became so painfully aware of her attraction.

 

The hurt and the fear are perfectly clear behind her manicured lashes

But she’ll look ahead no more with dread, no matter what her past is.

As hard as she tries she can still feel their eyes lingering after she passes,

But bridges will burn and heads will turn as she walks away from the ashes. 

Reviews

[sammyj]

I like this piece. keep going and experience your world, and the words that paint it.