Inner B*tch, Unleashed

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Softer than a lover's caress,

The blue of a perfect summer

And only one left in my size.

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My hand closes over it

But as I do,

Another hand reaches also.

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She glares at me over the rack,

Jaw hard from the gum she chews,

Shaved and painted eyebrows yanked

Into a permanent expression of surprise

By the tightness of her pony tail.

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Her eyes,

Hard, brilliant sapphires,

Bore into my soft hazel,

Daring me to challenge her claim on the dress.

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I let it go.

"You have it," I tell her sweetly,

"You need the extra room more than me."

And I move my hand to a smaller size.

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"You b*tch!" she spits,

Her breath foul despite the gum

And drops the dress to the floor

Before storming from the shop.

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Softer than a lover's caress,

The blue of a perfect summer

Remains crumpled sadly on the floor -

I can't afford it, anyway.