Bend the Narrative
I bend the narrative
I bend but don’t break
I shoot the thrill
I give and I take
I pass and I puff
I rut around in the dirt
I dabble unreliably
But my tears don’t mean I hurt
I’m the dirtiest girl you’ll ever meet
But my halo shines
I glisten in the summer sun
And the little white lines
I ask but don’t tell
The infinite path splitting
The moonlight shows the way
Leading me towards my summer fling
I bend the narrative
But that doesn’t mean I don’t speak true
Within the waning shadows
While fucking you.
- Category: Poetry
4 comments add one below
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shaun almost 8 years ago
Hello Samantha. A little girl adrift? I'm inclined to think exactly the opposite.
This Drabble steers a very determined course. Wonderfully done. -
Anthony J Bufort almost 8 years ago
Loving the rhyme, the plays on words, the constant contrasts - and the ending. :) Very nice.
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S J Gunn over 7 years ago
Very much enjoyed this Snow. It takes you through her ups and downs - stoned perhaps? :-)
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S J Gunn over 7 years ago
Sorry Samantha! I got distracted and called you another woman's name! Shame on me. :-O
