![]() dirty princess deedsA Poem by freelancejousteryour glitter is boiling down to liquid plastic, and you're trying to swim, again, in that vat of acid. tell me something, dear, could you, please? what does it feel like to have gravel in your knees? there's something here, something archaic, something mean, something that hasn't been looked at well, since your mother was homecoming queen. and there was dancing, probably, not that you would remember, you were in that back alley, a baseball player fizzling your ember. a garbled gurgle, a rant and a rhyme, that boy had you hooked without a sinker or a line. did you know that your tiara tilts, just like her's used to? you're cinderella, but held on to both of your glass shoes. no one knows what you look like with your make up off, blacked eyes, blotted out, lost your breakfast, covered with a cough. © 2011 freelancejousterAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() freelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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