04-22-2017, 05:44 PM
(04-22-2017, 04:25 AM)nibbed Wrote: HeatedLovely
When they sprinkle
their fairy dust on her,
she changes into a sow.
At first she fretted, imagining
a pomegranate in her mouth,
a piercing spigot pirouette,
even the sounds
of eager sharpening.
Now she finds
the fury of their flab
beautiful, delicate,
whispy veils of safety:
her speed pass
outta here.
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