Bikini BloodA Poem by MARZTry it on for sizeBack in a bunch you try to sell that ringing sound in your head on ebay but nobody wants it.
So instead you buy a bikini.
Crashed at the dorm last night and woke up with your own uterus juice leaking out of your pants "s**t s**t s**t..." Your body picks the worst time to bleed but better than not bleeding at all.
Your bikini comes in the mail and you leave the tags on you have to wait about four days before you're comfortable trying it on. © 2008 MARZ |
Stats
119 Views
1 Review Added on March 3, 2008 AuthorMARZNew York City, NYAboutI'm a writer. I write in broken stanzas because I think in broken stanzas. You probably think that way, too. I live in Costa Rica as an English teacher, and I'm trying to get my book off the gro.. more..Writing
|