The wrist was too obvious
I would've just been begging for attention
So I moved my target zone
I moved it to my thighs
It worked for awhile
But then I hit an obstacle
I was a dancer
So when I wore tights
I couldn't hide my disgusting thighs
Then finally I found it
I found the perfect spot
My stomach
No one will ever look there
But then again
I might hit another obstacle
But for now
I'm safe
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Drip Drop
PoetryThe liquid goes drip drop ~A series of short poems- Highest Ranking: #99 in poetry