Red lipstick, wet lips stick
To his own in deflection.
Don’t risk it, she’s wicked
You can taste the poison.
Tensions rise with a paring knife
A sign on his back
in the mirror, “Insert here”
He shouts to an empty room.
You’ll be back!”
She’s gone, you’ve just cracked.
those are the best sort.
yes, sometimes they let you see what you want instead of what you fear
love the opening line
Thank you for the positive reinforcement. This was new territory for me as far as my writing style goes and I am glad it has found some acceptance 🙂
No problem. Always nerve-racking huh when you step out in to new territory. Good for you 😉
Indeed it is never easy. Although WordPress and its users have all helped me find my voice. Albeit entirely digital.
I agree. The people here are uncharacteristically nice and supportive. Come on real world, take notice, ha.
I think that is a perfect way to describe the general population indeed. And yeah, seriously, the real world needs some schooling. lol