was an interstellar traveler. Surely
such an astronomical title signified
more than just a hot piece of ass.
She struts into the spotlight,
Sparkling fake tiara pinned on a
plastered head balanced on luscious
legs propped up in six-inch heels.
Violet evening gown stylishly slit
up her thigh, almost exposing her
emptiness. She weeps through waterproof
mascara while cradling butchered roses,
flashes her bleached smile
and waves to millions of people
who will never be beautiful.
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She could have made roses wilt with envy
But kind she was though this she always knew
Fine diamonds did not shine beside her eyes
She only walked as gorgeous women do
She always had the luxury of time
Beauty breaks at the same rate as concrete
They robbed her of the years that she deserved
I watched the pieces shatter at her feet
Please know that you don’t have to be afraid
And rest now in the sweetest kind of peace
All those who’ve seen you hold you in their minds
In such a way that they cannot release
And they will all remember you I’m sure
Prettier than you ever really were
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who have experienced
on a large
i tell raif
i think my
might be dead
haven't seen her
& her car hasn't moved
for two weeks.
you would smell it
passing me a plate
of triangular shaped bread
slathered in jam.
Story of the Week
DARLEEN SQUEELED into the empty spot as soon as the gleaming white Mercedes pulled out. "We got lucky," she told Montana. "Even on a Monday night, this lot is killer."
Montana rolled her big blue eyes. "Whatever."
The eleven year old had better things to do, like text her friends. Incessantly, as if she had a tic. The kid hadn't wanted to shop tonight, but Darleen insisted. This was their first Christmas without Paulie and the girls needed to stick together. Darleen's ex had been nasty lately and mediation had hit a cement wall. Montana wasn't aware how dangerously close they were to losing access to Paulie's vast and unreported wealth.
Montana sighed dramatically as she yanked open the door of the Porsche Cayenne and tumbled out. She didn't pause in her texting.
Darlene checked her face in the rearview mirror. The most recent fat transfer had been wildly successful. She loved her new lips. Grabbing her Gucci bag, she hopped out of the front seat.
Her daughter trailed her into the mall, thumbs flashing on her phone keypad.