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Today's poem is by Sarah Howden

Slutty Pumpkin
       

As you lay here, half empty beers
accumulate with your fear, his grind on you clears
the noise from the party downstairs.

Red cups, full mickeys find their place on the lips.
Lips painted black, nails painted black,
girls all in black. Cat eyes with a perfect flick
that took hours to perfect

Your legs about you, toenails painted
orange-black orange-black orange-black.
Your silent pleas
get back, get back

The decorations on the wall,
their silent glow.

The fortune teller that looked you in the eyes
told you
it's okay to say no



Copyright © 2016 Sarah Howden All rights reserved
from FreeFall
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