Swan Song

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

I watched a girl,
Pretty and slim
With black lace on-
Sniff up a quarter gram
Ounce of dusty white powder.
Poison laced but instead
Of dying privately
With dignified grace.
She dived into a pool
Of metal and glass
Twinkling merrily
As if it was Christmas
Which it was.
I had wished that I was
Her, all pretty and slim
With breasts that perked up
All the men's interest,
Small, round
Over a curving belly-
Like a pink plastic
Kewpie doll
That anyone could win.

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superb and enjoyable write......kewpie doll i like the phrase


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