The Pretty Girl

Slightly tipsy, we stared at each other in the bathroom
She smiled a crooked smile, checking herself in the mirror
You look so pretty I said....hair never out of place, breast always sitting up straight, body ready to be violated.....

She mentioned the handsome man I saw her with last week
Has left her for a better version of herself
She doesn't know why it wasn't enough
but she thinks she can find better in this place tonight.

Perhaps someone will want to take her home or to Miami
She'll live happily ever after.....the pretty girl sipping on her malibu rum.

by Lizette Hutchins

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