she squashes a bunch of grapes
red as blood
and a purple bruise
she finds herself in a grave
filled with sabotaging melodies
and a gloomy pair of eyes
she's eyeing the summit
and loses herself in greed
topless and naked in a feat
she's tiptoeing around a seat
cracking her innocence
and holding her tears
she smiles shyly with an allure
letters thrown into a screed
as she climbs breaking her bones
her sentences are freed causing a stampede
and aims for self-recognition
as she marches through a dark street
a beautiful gloomy doll
swaying in a street
dragging her cold feet
humming short and sweet
glowing with ego
she's a confident breed
-All Rights Reserved-
(Painting by Ingrid Christensen)
YOU ARE READING
Rants of a 20th century girl
PoetryHello! I'm a med student by day and an emotional writer by night. An INFP here so I tend to feel a lot and I guess my heart is sensitive to the maximum. These are little rants and maybe short stories based on real events. Yours, whennostagiahits...
