Girls on Film

[addy]

breasts bulging from cotton bras
shown just above the rim of a blouse, Not particularly drawn in by these opening lines, but I guess that's just because of my orientation LOL
light blue, sedate, to contrast with the blood
which drips down her arm. RED means passion,
check the dictionary. RED symbolises what the studs
would like to do with little miss priss, as she dashes
through the big dark house, locking herself
in closets to scream like an opera singer
reciting some deranged melody. I like the narrative voice in this, maybe I'm imagining it but there's something like a dry sarcasm here

or if her innards stay that way
we must endure a parade of dresses.
I'm sure as a girl I liked dollies
and dreamed one day I might marry
a farm hand with a fear of shirts, LOL
but leaving childish things behind
is a talent these bimbos didn't learn.
so you're sitting in a coffee shop
and the rich jerk who treats you
like a charm bracelet has just proposed marriage,
while the infinitely more handsome actor
who would satisfy your sexual needs,
buy you flowers and not come on your face
lingers outside, selling pastry from a truck
to survive. whatever is a girl to do?! Oh god, this whole thing made me laugh, not least because it's so sadly true

I'm sure we'll find out before the pop song
which blares over the end credits,
and we take our date's arm
while he asks to share a taxi home. I quite liked this ending (as the poem suggests, views of women bleed from fiction to reality and we know what the guys are looking for) but maybe it's a little too subtle. Just add a little more bite to the closing at it'll be excellent.

As usual, I love the sensitivity of your observations and your dry wit... it was a pleasure seeing you write a satire form a girl's perspective.Thanks for the read