TMLinnea

Highheels 1,2,3

December

Can't figure out if i like this one or not. Different style. Didn't think about it when i was writing.

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She walks on those dangerous high

heelsThe kind that leave toes

smushedIn a line

Making her wonder each

nightIs it worth the peacock

greenNailpolish?

If she bends back far

enoughHair can touch the

smallOf her back.

She thinks she’s

talentedWith humans emotions

butWent to culinary school instead.

Deserts and letters never

sentBut written

Are her forte.

Sometimes she’s

spookedBy a loneliness that creeps

fromHer wrists.

And if given a

directionShe’d rather stand still.

Car’s are too quick for all

possibleLanes to be correct.

She’s scared to

DriveShe wants to pick the right

Road. Scared of failing to find it.

She’s indecisively

bluntAll her sentences end in

thePhrase

“or something like that.”

Because specifying the English

languageJust isn’t good enough.

She hates strutting in dangerous

highheelsBecause at the end of the

dayWhen everything comes off she

realizesHer feet hurt like

hellAnd the individual she wants

to be is still

walkingOut on the street

passing from street l a m p to street

l a m p.

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