Pretty Girls

A poem based on the shallow and superficial. Excerpt: pretty girls sit rigid, and have their pinkies out, as they sip from their ivory tea cups

Pretty Girls 

pretty girls sit rigid,

and have their pinkies out,

as they sip from their ivory tea cups

during this evening tea,

they giggle, while 

in unison, in concord, 

they share little lies

their voices are mellifluous, 

spoken tender, 

ever mannered

days come, days pass,

winter falls, then plants sprout, 

but their pinkies are still outstretched, 

though now frail, bony, and trembling

those lies they've been taught to share, 

have turned into snakes, and their fangs 

have seeped into their slender necks

now those pretty girls, 

aren't so pretty any more

their hair lacks lustre, 

has turned grey, withered, 

barely there

they're going to die soon, 

with their lies, 

and never once was a truth, 

spoken through their (once pretty

pink) lips

Reviews

[Chris]

I know what I assumed and I'm left wondering of yesterdays and disappointnents - ever the whys about the ways we can hurt another person.

[Aisha Mnd]

People are easily hurt. And we are are diminutive beings. It is beyond our capacity to appease every human, but we can be keener about our actions and what they can elicit.

[Chris]

Now you have me thinking I need read a fourth and fifth... hmmm, not as "talentless" as advertised... are you?

[Sami Khalil]

I like this write...Well penned...:)

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you!

- Aisha

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)