Silver chains hanging from my jeans,
each step a warning sound.
The jingling and shine
thrilled her,
but I got a rush from
other girls playing with them.
- They Were Probably Melted into Pretty Necklaces After I Tossed Them
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Bodies in My Closet
PoetryAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
